The woman's eyes grew in size as they absorbed the little light in the area. Her face was still painted with worry but the fear she observed shrunk in size when the half-elf realized the individual in front of her seemed friendly. "I am Xandala... this... this is Summerwise." The small creature watched Dariel closely as if unsure about the man. "I.. I'm sorry if I... interrupted you from your...slumber? I'm looking for my father... I.. lost him.."
Signing the new contract happy to see an improved version offered up turning her attention to that of a pack animal. "I am happy to go out looking for one, but what should we look for in type? I figure the length of the expedition is quite important to the size we will need of one. I am simply asking because I would assume you have more experience on it." Standing up as she stretched her legs. "Sorry Salida I am Lesnalore, the half-breed. Happy to be working with you." Turning back around to address the rest of the remaining party. "Alright then ladies and gentlemen, when are we planning on heading out? No point in staying still here... Also are we missing someone?"
OOC: What time of day is it? I expect late enough that we will head out early tomorrow morning.
Damien casts a backwards glance at the half-elf, "Best time to go is tomorrow, it's already dark out. We'll use the morning to gather supplies, then head out before dusk. That way we can get the animal, as well as our druid."
Taking another look at the party, he turns his head forward to cast another look at Salida, "This a good place to met for tomorrow, or you got something better in mind." He speaks in less of a questioning tone and more of a statement.
“If you want to find a pack animal then head over to the Market Ward not to far from here. You will find a vendor who deals primarily in just that. Pack Animals. I will meet you all here in the morning. We can head out then.” Saldia said, counting the coins in the purse then pocketing it. “I will make sure the Merchant gets this before I retire for the night.”
"Hello," Dariel says, most of his attention still focused on inspecting the pseudodragon, especially with the light to be able to see it better now. After a moment, he gives himself a mental shake, realize he's mostly ignored the woman, and turns his attention to her. "What happened?" he asks.
"I'll leave the pack animal to one of you. I have business to finish at the temple tomorrow before we leave." Jadyn said as she signed the new and improved contract. "I'll get Rand and Quill to sign this, but someone will have to track down the druid." She took up the contract along with her ink and quill and headed into the main room to find the others.
Seeing that the terms had been reached, Damien walks out of the room and stealth's into the shadows. Making his way through Kaya's, he spots Quill and Thom each doing their own thing in the lobby. With Thom being the bard, and Quill being a temporary handmaid. Taking little note of that, Damien steps outside into the cool moon lit street and quickly scales Kaya's House, placing himself unto the roof and in clear view of the sky.
Once their, he walks over to the nearby chimney and sits himself down against it, one leg laid out with the other pulled in. Taking a long, drawn sigh, he pulls back his red hood and looks up at the sky.
'He was strong.'
He thought back to Jobal. Damien had known he was within the reach of his creed, but he was far from the limits of his skills. He would have gotten himself killed, had he not settled down his desire for blood earlier with those two common thugs. Stretching out his hand at the sky he finds himself muttering out loud, "...Can I get stronger?"
'Should I get stronger?'
What would he do if he did? Such questions flooded into his mind. Questions of obscure unclarity, that made him ponder, 'Why am I here?'
He looked back up into the sky, the moon's light reflecting no answers, but deep with in himself, he could feel it.
The wolf.
The beast that lived in his heart that desired more blood. More carnage. That's what brought him here. For where ever there is danger, their is the chance for more blood. A chance to gain power, so as to kill more. And more. And more...…..
'But to what end?'...….Again, the moon light held no answer, but this time, neither did the wolf.
So he sat in the silence of his own mind, letting the moonlight be his only witness to his troubles.
”My Father” the girl said, tears in her eyes. “He is in danger and I can’t find him anywhere in the Port.” She frowned and drew closer to the Druid. “He must have gone into the Wilderness. My Father..Artus Cimber”
As Thom rounded off a tale on Shadar Logoth in which he was being chased by thousands of near humanoid beast he spotted his companions leaving from the dining hall and decided that now was a better time than any to finish his entertaining. There was work to be done, and although he didn't hear any new rumors, he did make a decent amount of coin. Gathering the coins from where the patrons had left them he approached Jaydn, having noticed a parchment in hand.
"So are we done with this guide now? What has been decided?" As Thom spoke he began putting his Lute in a case, ensuring it was well protected before closing it.
"He arrived here a month ago with myself just a few days later. My mother went missing a year ago. Went to visit her sister but never arrived." Xandala spoke mournfully. "My father believes her to be dead. He heard tale of some artifact on this island which can supposedly bring someone back to life." Summerwise took flight gliding high in the moonlit sky. Xandala watched the Pseudodragon closely. "He forbade me from coming with him. Told me he couldn't live if he lost me too. But.. I had to come.. I couldn't just let him go alone."
"Have you seen him since you arrived?" Dariel asks, voice still a bit rough, unused to getting so much use, but smoothing out as he talks more. He also watches the pseudodragon with interest as it flies above them. "This artifact,"he adds,"Do you know more?
Smiling widly, Quill set to passing out drinks, happy to be of help. As she went about, she made idle chit chat to the customers, asking general questions about their day and the town. Nothing really useful came out of it, but she didn't really expect it, either. It was just her nature to be inquisitive and chatty.
Finally as the crowd died down after Rand's stunning performance, she went to sit next to the bard. Sighing tiredly, she smiled wearily at the Bard, "You are very good story teller, Rand.". Ducking her head shyly, She scuffed her boots on the floor. " I am sorry about earlier.....I....I dislike fighting. I am Rowyna by the way, but you can call me anything you like. " offering her name as a kind of apology to her earlier outburst. "I truly did not mean offense."
Xandala shook her head, wiping tears from her eyes. “I have not. A few people in town remember seeing him with a lizard looking man who didn’t talk.” At the question of the artifact she gave a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know the name of it. All I know is that the object is supposed to give a great power to the user in exchange for a great cost.”
Thom couldn't help but smile as he thought Child indeed. "It's probably better that way Rowyna. Someone in our group needs to be the...passive one." Thom didn't have it in him to tell her that there would be a lot more fighting after they departed from the port. Thom sat in silence gathering his thoughts when he recalled something from before they departed Baldur's Gate. "How would you like to have a little contest Rowyna." Thom thought back to the two rivers and the bows they carried that could shoot targets from a distance that many believed impossible. "If I recall correctly, you brought a bow with you on this little adventure. There is a just enough room and light near the stables in the back of the inn for some target practice. Your bow versus my daggers. We each take three shots. Whoever gets closer to the center after three shots will be declared the winner." Thom tapped his head with his finger for a second as if trying to make up his mind. "In fact, I am so confident in my skills that I will give you half of my earnings from today if I win."
Looking up towards Rand at his words, Quill visibly brightened, relief closing from her. "Like a game? I like games! Especially new ones!" Fiddling with her wrist guard on her bow hand, Quill nibbled at her bottom lip thoughtful, "I'm not very good with the bow yet, as I preferred a quarter staff that I learned from our village master. Uncle insisted though that I learn, so I might have some sort of advantage in the wilderness, a way to fight while being far from danger. So, I'd love the practice! Only, without the wager." Smiling in what she hoped was her cutest innocent face, "You wouldn't want to rob me now would you? "
Thom gave out a hearty chuckle. "You won't have to worry about that child." Thom tapped idly on the table then throwing his hands in the air. "Very well, Rowyna we will just practice. Meet me in the back when you are ready." Thom stood up from his seat and proceded towards a back entrance from where he was seated.
A brief trip to her room secured her arrow and bow, Book gone out to hunt as was his habit in the evenings, before she ran down the stairs once more, waving at the inn keep as she headed towards the stables to find Rand.
The woman's eyes grew in size as they absorbed the little light in the area. Her face was still painted with worry but the fear she observed shrunk in size when the half-elf realized the individual in front of her seemed friendly. "I am Xandala... this... this is Summerwise." The small creature watched Dariel closely as if unsure about the man. "I.. I'm sorry if I... interrupted you from your...slumber? I'm looking for my father... I.. lost him.."
Signing the new contract happy to see an improved version offered up turning her attention to that of a pack animal. "I am happy to go out looking for one, but what should we look for in type? I figure the length of the expedition is quite important to the size we will need of one. I am simply asking because I would assume you have more experience on it." Standing up as she stretched her legs. "Sorry Salida I am Lesnalore, the half-breed. Happy to be working with you." Turning back around to address the rest of the remaining party. "Alright then ladies and gentlemen, when are we planning on heading out? No point in staying still here... Also are we missing someone?"
OOC: What time of day is it? I expect late enough that we will head out early tomorrow morning.
Damien casts a backwards glance at the half-elf, "Best time to go is tomorrow, it's already dark out. We'll use the morning to gather supplies, then head out before dusk. That way we can get the animal, as well as our druid."
Taking another look at the party, he turns his head forward to cast another look at Salida, "This a good place to met for tomorrow, or you got something better in mind." He speaks in less of a questioning tone and more of a statement.
“If you want to find a pack animal then head over to the Market Ward not to far from here. You will find a vendor who deals primarily in just that. Pack Animals. I will meet you all here in the morning. We can head out then.” Saldia said, counting the coins in the purse then pocketing it. “I will make sure the Merchant gets this before I retire for the night.”
Gairlik tosses back his mug of ale. "If we're leaving in the morning then I have some supplies to pick up. If you'll excuse me."
"Hello," Dariel says, most of his attention still focused on inspecting the pseudodragon, especially with the light to be able to see it better now. After a moment, he gives himself a mental shake, realize he's mostly ignored the woman, and turns his attention to her. "What happened?" he asks.
"I'll leave the pack animal to one of you. I have business to finish at the temple tomorrow before we leave." Jadyn said as she signed the new and improved contract. "I'll get Rand and Quill to sign this, but someone will have to track down the druid." She took up the contract along with her ink and quill and headed into the main room to find the others.
Seeing that the terms had been reached, Damien walks out of the room and stealth's into the shadows. Making his way through Kaya's, he spots Quill and Thom each doing their own thing in the lobby. With Thom being the bard, and Quill being a temporary handmaid. Taking little note of that, Damien steps outside into the cool moon lit street and quickly scales Kaya's House, placing himself unto the roof and in clear view of the sky.
Once their, he walks over to the nearby chimney and sits himself down against it, one leg laid out with the other pulled in. Taking a long, drawn sigh, he pulls back his red hood and looks up at the sky.
'He was strong.'
He thought back to Jobal. Damien had known he was within the reach of his creed, but he was far from the limits of his skills. He would have gotten himself killed, had he not settled down his desire for blood earlier with those two common thugs. Stretching out his hand at the sky he finds himself muttering out loud, "...Can I get stronger?"
'Should I get stronger?'
What would he do if he did? Such questions flooded into his mind. Questions of obscure unclarity, that made him ponder, 'Why am I here?'
He looked back up into the sky, the moon's light reflecting no answers, but deep with in himself, he could feel it.
The wolf.
The beast that lived in his heart that desired more blood. More carnage. That's what brought him here. For where ever there is danger, their is the chance for more blood. A chance to gain power, so as to kill more. And more. And more...…..
'But to what end?'...….Again, the moon light held no answer, but this time, neither did the wolf.
So he sat in the silence of his own mind, letting the moonlight be his only witness to his troubles.
For Dariel:
”My Father” the girl said, tears in her eyes. “He is in danger and I can’t find him anywhere in the Port.” She frowned and drew closer to the Druid. “He must have gone into the Wilderness. My Father..Artus Cimber”
As Thom rounded off a tale on Shadar Logoth in which he was being chased by thousands of near humanoid beast he spotted his companions leaving from the dining hall and decided that now was a better time than any to finish his entertaining. There was work to be done, and although he didn't hear any new rumors, he did make a decent amount of coin. Gathering the coins from where the patrons had left them he approached Jaydn, having noticed a parchment in hand.
"So are we done with this guide now? What has been decided?" As Thom spoke he began putting his Lute in a case, ensuring it was well protected before closing it.
“When....” Dariel starts, a look of compassion on his face, then clears his throat. “When did he go?”
"He arrived here a month ago with myself just a few days later. My mother went missing a year ago. Went to visit her sister but never arrived." Xandala spoke mournfully. "My father believes her to be dead. He heard tale of some artifact on this island which can supposedly bring someone back to life." Summerwise took flight gliding high in the moonlit sky. Xandala watched the Pseudodragon closely. "He forbade me from coming with him. Told me he couldn't live if he lost me too. But.. I had to come.. I couldn't just let him go alone."
"Have you seen him since you arrived?" Dariel asks, voice still a bit rough, unused to getting so much use, but smoothing out as he talks more. He also watches the pseudodragon with interest as it flies above them. "This artifact," he adds, "Do you know more?
Smiling widly, Quill set to passing out drinks, happy to be of help. As she went about, she made idle chit chat to the customers, asking general questions about their day and the town. Nothing really useful came out of it, but she didn't really expect it, either. It was just her nature to be inquisitive and chatty.
Finally as the crowd died down after Rand's stunning performance, she went to sit next to the bard. Sighing tiredly, she smiled wearily at the Bard, "You are very good story teller, Rand.". Ducking her head shyly, She scuffed her boots on the floor. " I am sorry about earlier.....I....I dislike fighting. I am Rowyna by the way, but you can call me anything you like. " offering her name as a kind of apology to her earlier outburst. "I truly did not mean offense."
Xandala shook her head, wiping tears from her eyes. “I have not. A few people in town remember seeing him with a lizard looking man who didn’t talk.” At the question of the artifact she gave a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know the name of it. All I know is that the object is supposed to give a great power to the user in exchange for a great cost.”
Thom couldn't help but smile as he thought Child indeed. "It's probably better that way Rowyna. Someone in our group needs to be the...passive one." Thom didn't have it in him to tell her that there would be a lot more fighting after they departed from the port. Thom sat in silence gathering his thoughts when he recalled something from before they departed Baldur's Gate. "How would you like to have a little contest Rowyna." Thom thought back to the two rivers and the bows they carried that could shoot targets from a distance that many believed impossible. "If I recall correctly, you brought a bow with you on this little adventure. There is a just enough room and light near the stables in the back of the inn for some target practice. Your bow versus my daggers. We each take three shots. Whoever gets closer to the center after three shots will be declared the winner." Thom tapped his head with his finger for a second as if trying to make up his mind. "In fact, I am so confident in my skills that I will give you half of my earnings from today if I win."
Looking up towards Rand at his words, Quill visibly brightened, relief closing from her. "Like a game? I like games! Especially new ones!" Fiddling with her wrist guard on her bow hand, Quill nibbled at her bottom lip thoughtful, "I'm not very good with the bow yet, as I preferred a quarter staff that I learned from our village master. Uncle insisted though that I learn, so I might have some sort of advantage in the wilderness, a way to fight while being far from danger. So, I'd love the practice! Only, without the wager." Smiling in what she hoped was her cutest innocent face, "You wouldn't want to rob me now would you? "
Thom gave out a hearty chuckle. "You won't have to worry about that child." Thom tapped idly on the table then throwing his hands in the air. "Very well, Rowyna we will just practice. Meet me in the back when you are ready." Thom stood up from his seat and proceded towards a back entrance from where he was seated.
A brief trip to her room secured her arrow and bow, Book gone out to hunt as was his habit in the evenings, before she ran down the stairs once more, waving at the inn keep as she headed towards the stables to find Rand.
“Tell me of this lizard man” Desarian says. “Where can I find him?”