"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Wes looks at the shrub curiously. He’s never seen something like this before. He bends down and begins to poke and prod and examine it to figure out what the bush is and if it’s just a natural thing that happens within the city.
“Interesting.” Wes says before he attempts to speak to the shrub. However, not knowing the language coming out of the shrub Wes says hello to it in Sylvan.
If a shrub could put its hands on its hips and look at you quizzicaly, that's the impression you get. He turns and jabbers something to Cola, and then to White Fang and wanders off.
A four foot one inch dwarf with dirty blonde hair, nearly brunette, wearing a top hat, leather vest with white shirt beneath, leather pants, and riding boots with a shiny set of spurs walks slowly and calmly to each of the windows of the guild house.Installing the Arcane locks was the first requisition the guild had made of Milotva, and was ultimately what got him in the door in his early days here in Sharn. The fact that they paid, and paid well, was what led him to continue working with Thelmere's Quest Guild in the days that followed.
For those who had watched the well maintained dwarf they knew that each of the days since he had arrived he had done this same routine, walking the perimeter of the establishment checking each of the windows, each of the doors, and the ultimately nodding with satisfaction that his spells were still in place and non suppressed. He would then find a seat, put his feet up on an adjacent chair, pull out a wine skin and a large book and proceed to drink and write in that book for the remainder of the day. Those who had worked with him in the past knew him as Milotva d'Kundarak, and would also know of his serious nature when on the job. He could drink, smoke, and play three dragon ante with the best of them when he was off duty, but while he was being paid he kept his mind sharp and his hands at the ready to draw his wands as needed to protect himself, protect his team, or end his enemies. These were the values his mentor had learned at the Rekkenmark Academy in Karnath, and they were the values he would continue to extol in his own daily life.
Today was a bit different however, Milotva's gaze was obviously drawn to Kara Knightlove's open door, to the mapsupon her wall, he had been trying to work out what it was she was so caught up on since he was called in, but knew not to bother her directly. Instead his seat each day had been within line of site of the door, not too close, not too far away, and each day he took note of what she called attention to on the maps, watching as she traced her fingers along routes not drawn on the map. What was she trying to chart? Milotva's mind spun at the possibilities. A trade route, migration of some herd of great animals, maybe a disease or plague outbreak? Milotva stopped as his mind had washed over another idea he hadn't thought of in the days prior and he quickly took note of it, then began to expand on the thought in his book playing through the scenario as a sort of mental game...but then there was that Warforged in the corner, what was he doing?
Erthor bids Mitchum a good day as always, looks around for a moment before saying something in Gnomish and picking up a small shrub that scrambles over to him. He then heads out of the stables and in to the Guild Hall where he'll find a table to sit at and make small talk with some of the other members who are milling about.
White Fang would like to say to Wes how much he wishes to visit the Plains and communicate with the spirits that dwell there. But already spoke too much. He leaves Cola and Wes.
The shifter no longer there Wes walks back up to Cola and continues his petting, brushing, and general maintenance of the raptor. All the while seemingly talking to the dinosaur. Telling her how we should have a mission soon and that we'll be able to hopefully leave and run around in an open field freely again.
Tiny watched as another Warforged entered the hall. He'd seen this one a few times, but never really had the chance to speak to them. Flipping to a different page in his sketchbook, he found one where he'd started drawing this interesting looking warforged. The wood and greenery intrigued him and made for an interesting topic to draw.
You don't notice anything outside the norm in the Guild House.
((OOG This was to see if you noticed the Warforged eyeing you and then sketching you.))
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Kara Knightlove's door to her office closes with a fast slam. Those inside the great hall would notice it. The room goes quiet with the sound of the door closing but after a few seconds everyone starts speaking and continues doing what they were doing.
"That one, she's lost in her quests again." Able Sanida laughs into his mug of ale, it brewing and bubbling over the rim of his glass. "Who needs work when we have ALE!"
His yelling can be heard over the conversations in the Great Hall, which wasn't out of place. Though, it was a little early for him to be this drunk.
A rumbling can be heard outside, like the marching of hundreds of feet. And voices, shouting can be heard as well, vibrating off of the walls of the buildings and Cliff's outside.
"No more! No more! No More!"
Those in the stables will hear more from the shouts.
Shouts of "freedom!" and "equality!" can be heard in the shouts as well.
"No more! No more! No more!"
What would you like to do?
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Tiny gathered his things and placed them into his pack. Walking to the door, he opened it and squeezed his huge frame through it to see what was happening outside.
After casting the ritual, White Fang stans up and goes to knock at the door of Kara's office. While crossing the Great Hall, he makes growls of disappointment at the patrons shouting nonsense.
Tiny gathered his things and placed them into his pack. Walking to the door, he opened it and squeezed his huge frame through it to see what was happening outside.
What you see is surprising, races of all shapes and sizes holding signs and chanting over and over again. And some of them are even wearing King Galifar masks.
Walking in front of the assembled masses, marching forward through the district was a large human, impressive by even human standards. His jet black hair billowing in the wind coming up from the Dagger River. "Freedom!' He screams. Marching forward down the Boulevard of Seekers.
"No more! No more! No more!' The crowd chants back to his calls.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Perception check, please, Vrailin.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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White Fang steps out of the shrub's way, growling a bit to show that he does not like it.
Vrailin's Perception: 20
PbP Character: A few ;)
Wes looks at the shrub curiously. He’s never seen something like this before. He bends down and begins to poke and prod and examine it to figure out what the bush is and if it’s just a natural thing that happens within the city.
The shrub jabbers at you in Gnomish and pokes and prods you back.
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“Interesting.” Wes says before he attempts to speak to the shrub. However, not knowing the language coming out of the shrub Wes says hello to it in Sylvan.
If a shrub could put its hands on its hips and look at you quizzicaly, that's the impression you get. He turns and jabbers something to Cola, and then to White Fang and wanders off.
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Wes shakes his head. “The city sure is weird.” He mumbles to himself before diverting his attention back to Cola and the shifter petting her.
Milotva d'Kundarak
A four foot one inch dwarf with dirty blonde hair, nearly brunette, wearing a top hat, leather vest with white shirt beneath, leather pants, and riding boots with a shiny set of spurs walks slowly and calmly to each of the windows of the guild house.Installing the Arcane locks was the first requisition the guild had made of Milotva, and was ultimately what got him in the door in his early days here in Sharn. The fact that they paid, and paid well, was what led him to continue working with Thelmere's Quest Guild in the days that followed.
For those who had watched the well maintained dwarf they knew that each of the days since he had arrived he had done this same routine, walking the perimeter of the establishment checking each of the windows, each of the doors, and the ultimately nodding with satisfaction that his spells were still in place and non suppressed. He would then find a seat, put his feet up on an adjacent chair, pull out a wine skin and a large book and proceed to drink and write in that book for the remainder of the day. Those who had worked with him in the past knew him as Milotva d'Kundarak, and would also know of his serious nature when on the job. He could drink, smoke, and play three dragon ante with the best of them when he was off duty, but while he was being paid he kept his mind sharp and his hands at the ready to draw his wands as needed to protect himself, protect his team, or end his enemies. These were the values his mentor had learned at the Rekkenmark Academy in Karnath, and they were the values he would continue to extol in his own daily life.
Today was a bit different however, Milotva's gaze was obviously drawn to Kara Knightlove's open door, to the maps upon her wall, he had been trying to work out what it was she was so caught up on since he was called in, but knew not to bother her directly. Instead his seat each day had been within line of site of the door, not too close, not too far away, and each day he took note of what she called attention to on the maps, watching as she traced her fingers along routes not drawn on the map. What was she trying to chart? Milotva's mind spun at the possibilities. A trade route, migration of some herd of great animals, maybe a disease or plague outbreak? Milotva stopped as his mind had washed over another idea he hadn't thought of in the days prior and he quickly took note of it, then began to expand on the thought in his book playing through the scenario as a sort of mental game...but then there was that Warforged in the corner, what was he doing?
"A fine beast, this is. Talenta Plains breed, yes?"
Erthor bids Mitchum a good day as always, looks around for a moment before saying something in Gnomish and picking up a small shrub that scrambles over to him. He then heads out of the stables and in to the Guild Hall where he'll find a table to sit at and make small talk with some of the other members who are milling about.
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“Yes. We’re both from the plains.” Wes answers
White Fang would like to say to Wes how much he wishes to visit the Plains and communicate with the spirits that dwell there. But already spoke too much. He leaves Cola and Wes.
White Fang goes sit again near the dogs and start casting a ritual (detect poison and disease).
The shifter no longer there Wes walks back up to Cola and continues his petting, brushing, and general maintenance of the raptor. All the while seemingly talking to the dinosaur. Telling her how we should have a mission soon and that we'll be able to hopefully leave and run around in an open field freely again.
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InsidersTiny watched as another Warforged entered the hall. He'd seen this one a few times, but never really had the chance to speak to them. Flipping to a different page in his sketchbook, he found one where he'd started drawing this interesting looking warforged. The wood and greenery intrigued him and made for an interesting topic to draw.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
You don't notice anything outside the norm in the Guild House.
((OOG This was to see if you noticed the Warforged eyeing you and then sketching you.))
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Kara Knightlove's door to her office closes with a fast slam. Those inside the great hall would notice it. The room goes quiet with the sound of the door closing but after a few seconds everyone starts speaking and continues doing what they were doing.
"That one, she's lost in her quests again." Able Sanida laughs into his mug of ale, it brewing and bubbling over the rim of his glass. "Who needs work when we have ALE!"
His yelling can be heard over the conversations in the Great Hall, which wasn't out of place. Though, it was a little early for him to be this drunk.
A rumbling can be heard outside, like the marching of hundreds of feet. And voices, shouting can be heard as well, vibrating off of the walls of the buildings and Cliff's outside.
"No more! No more! No More!"
Those in the stables will hear more from the shouts.
Shouts of "freedom!" and "equality!" can be heard in the shouts as well.
"No more! No more! No more!"
What would you like to do?
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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InsidersTiny gathered his things and placed them into his pack. Walking to the door, he opened it and squeezed his huge frame through it to see what was happening outside.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
After casting the ritual, White Fang stans up and goes to knock at the door of Kara's office. While crossing the Great Hall, he makes growls of disappointment at the patrons shouting nonsense.
What you see is surprising, races of all shapes and sizes holding signs and chanting over and over again. And some of them are even wearing King Galifar masks.
Walking in front of the assembled masses, marching forward through the district was a large human, impressive by even human standards. His jet black hair billowing in the wind coming up from the Dagger River. "Freedom!' He screams. Marching forward down the Boulevard of Seekers.
"No more! No more! No more!' The crowd chants back to his calls.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest