”You can enter but try to stick to your bussines. If you cause any kind of trouble you will sleep with the trouts in the lake tonight, Am I clear?” He says before moving aside to allow them to enter.
Meanwhile in the lateral alley Molly finish her inspection and comes with some disturbing discoveries.
Lyreis, having heard the threat made to his companion simply smiles at the guard as Kyne goes through, believing in the confidence of his stance and the weapon visible across his back to say everything he needs it to in order for the man to understand the folly of his statement.
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Meanwhile Molly starts to check the dark alley and despite the mist and the lack of light, she uses the light coming from the street and the upper windows of the building to her right, the one they were looking for, to her advantage. The only thing she finds are a few blood drops near the position of the spotted creature and some marks in the stone of the floor, as the marks that a pair of claws would have left.
Thanks to his training, Hurosk finds the perfect spot to cover the cleric and he has a clear shot on the alley. He sees her check the ground and carefully inspecting the floor and walls of the alley carefully.
Molly growls, "Damn, this isn't right." With a murmured prayer and an intricate wave of her hand, she casts Detect Evil and Good.
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The cleric concentrates and relies on her training, trying to sense if there is any foul creature nearby. But her senses can't feel nothing close. Hurosk still watch her back, but the mist is intensifying and makes it difficult to discenr Molly's figure inmovil in the dark alley.
Lireyis and Kine:
You both enter the building and find yourselves in a big rectangular room with siblge wooden doors in the right and left walls. There is another guard in each of that doors. In the front door it seems that there is two more doors, one near of the right and left corner of the larger wall. In the center of that wall there is a big, double yellow cristal door. Music and muffled conversations can be heard across that doors.
There are several chandeliers and candels in the room to provide light and a man, wich appears to be a butler, approaches them and makes a slight reverence to them.
"Good evening sirs. I am afraid that I do not have the pleasure, but we are delighted that you are visiting us for the first time. Please, leave your cloacks and weapons at the dressing room of your right " he says pointing to the closed door to the right of the entrance. " If you don't have mask we will happily provide you with some"
Hurosk looks back to the door and sees that the other pair has made their way in. He looks back down the alley. "Damned fog." He stows his bow and draws his scimitar and readies his shield, then makes his way towards Molly.
The half orc taps the cleric on the back. "Psst. This mist is getting a little too much... you find what you're looking for yet?"
"Blood here, and claw marks. I saw a horned creature, just here. I think it flew away or turned itself invisible."
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"Let me see if I can detect anything nearby." Hurosk moves over to the indicated claw marks. He traces a finger over the marks and closes his eyes. Using his a hunter abilities, he reaches out and tries to sense any otherworldly presence nearby.
"Great value indeed." As Lyreis removes the double-bladed scimitar from his back he moves it through a gentle pass not designed to intimidate but to allow the reflected light to play off the surfaces, despite having treasured the blades for over half a century the battlemaster still finds beauty in it's lines and detailing. He hands over his dagger too afterwards. His cloak he removes, folds carefully and places where indicated, selecting a mask for himself and following Kyne into the next room.
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The half-orc concentrates and expands his senses. He can feel the humid and cold mist aorund him, but his counsciosness reachs farther away and he could feel it all around them, emanating from the lake and covering all the town. He hears the muffled sound of music and laughs inside the Sphynx much amplified now, but doesn't let it break his focus. He reaches out and out, communing with the nature and using the mist now to his advantage, for the tainted creatures let an umbalanced mark into the nature, and thanks to the Gods, the mist was a natural phenomena.
He could feel the presence of a lot of humanoids and animals all around him, but that was natural and were just mere shadows that his senses past over.
Then he felt it. It was like black echoes against the natural flow of energy. He could sense that still in the range of his senses there was some foul creatures, both undead and fiendish in nature, for the first left a putrid hodor in his nose, brought by the air, and the second made his mouth taste like sulfur.
Kyne and Lyreis:
"Of course Sir" replies the butler "They will be perfectly safe"
In fact, once inside the room you can see that there are individual wardrobes where you can put your weapons and cloacks and they are closed by a key that you keep with you.
The servants give you masks, Kyne's resemblances a wolf and Lyreis's features a hawk. Both masks covers the upper part of their faces, leaving the mouth visible and free to drink or eat.
Then the butler guides both of them towards the main doors and opens it for them. Inside the see a large ball room, illuminated by great cristal lamps, floating between ten or twelve feet above the ground and about three or five feet from the vaulted ceiling. The big room, wich must occupy the whole building, with large windows that look to a beatiful garden on the oposite side from where they had entered, has a chord quintet of bards, wearing birds masks, that are playing a melodic and beatiful song. Several couples are dancing in the middle of the room, and several goups of people, but no more than five or six per group, chat, drink and laugh here and there. Everyone wears a mask, most of them ressembling animals or creatures, most of them far more elaborated and decorated that the ones that they had been given. Both elves can see that one particular woman with an outstanding ruby red dress, wears an impressive red dragon mask that covers all her face. The only people who doesn't wear mask are the servants who cross the room carrying drinks and food to the guests.
No one seems to notice their entrance, save one halfling servant who offers them drinks.
This is not Kyne's first time attending a party of the wealthy elite, and from the balls of Highwood to the upscale whore houses of Duinarda they all have one thing in common. If you're obvious enough about enjoying yourself, eventually somebody will offer you a newer and more novel high.
Deftly accepting the drink from the halfling, he nods to Lyreis and begins to weave his way through the revellers towards the woman in the red dress. The elf aims to first keep his ears open and develop an informed opinion of his surroundings, before introducing himself. He especially pays attention to whether the woman is in conversation with any of the other guests.
The mood is relaxed and most of the people are just having a good time, even with the usual gossip and constant evaluation that the high society is alway doing among themselves. The lady in the red dragon mask is amused, apparently, by the attentions of a pair of gentelmens that are besides her, one wearing an owl mask and the other wearing a bull mask.
But Kyne can say that they had picked her attention, he is not sure if is him or Lyreis, or both, but he notices her eyes turning to them in ocasions while she still talks to the other two.
Kyne props himself up besides one of the large windows overlooking the garden and sips at his drink, while obviously and deliberately watching the lady in the dragon mask. He waits and if she looks his way he meets her gaze and slightly raises his glass towards her in acknowledgement, before moving on from his position. When the current song ends he approaches her and her admirers from the side, interrupting their conversation with an almost universally acceptable excuse.
"Excuse me gentlemen... my Lady, may I have this next dance?"
With one on eye on Kyne, Lyreis moves through the room a little never straying too far from his companion. Moving at ease with a glass of wine the hawk-masked elf looks over the assembled people paying particular attention to those around the red-dressed lady, keeping an eye out for weapons.
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Kyne lets out a casual chuckle at the lady's response.
"My lady, I have my doubts that anybody here truly knows one another. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kyne of House Thandúil, I'm visiting Delethorn from Elentári."
He takes her hand and raises the back of it between them with a mishievmisc grin.
The guard nods, looks him in the eye and adds.
”You can enter but try to stick to your bussines. If you cause any kind of trouble you will sleep with the trouts in the lake tonight, Am I clear?” He says before moving aside to allow them to enter.
Meanwhile in the lateral alley Molly finish her inspection and comes with some disturbing discoveries.
What do you want to do?
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Kyne steps inside the Golden Sphynx and takes stock of his surrounding, before considering his next move.
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Lyreis, having heard the threat made to his companion simply smiles at the guard as Kyne goes through, believing in the confidence of his stance and the weapon visible across his back to say everything he needs it to in order for the man to understand the folly of his statement.
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Molly growls, "Damn, this isn't right." With a murmured prayer and an intricate wave of her hand, she casts Detect Evil and Good.
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Hurosk continues to hold his position in the shadows and quietly watch Molly's back from the end of the alley near the street.
Molly and Hurosk:
The cleric concentrates and relies on her training, trying to sense if there is any foul creature nearby. But her senses can't feel nothing close. Hurosk still watch her back, but the mist is intensifying and makes it difficult to discenr Molly's figure inmovil in the dark alley.
Lireyis and Kine:
You both enter the building and find yourselves in a big rectangular room with siblge wooden doors in the right and left walls. There is another guard in each of that doors. In the front door it seems that there is two more doors, one near of the right and left corner of the larger wall. In the center of that wall there is a big, double yellow cristal door. Music and muffled conversations can be heard across that doors.
There are several chandeliers and candels in the room to provide light and a man, wich appears to be a butler, approaches them and makes a slight reverence to them.
"Good evening sirs. I am afraid that I do not have the pleasure, but we are delighted that you are visiting us for the first time. Please, leave your cloacks and weapons at the dressing room of your right " he says pointing to the closed door to the right of the entrance. " If you don't have mask we will happily provide you with some"
He waits for you to comply.
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Hurosk looks back to the door and sees that the other pair has made their way in. He looks back down the alley. "Damned fog." He stows his bow and draws his scimitar and readies his shield, then makes his way towards Molly.
The half orc taps the cleric on the back. "Psst. This mist is getting a little too much... you find what you're looking for yet?"
"Blood here, and claw marks. I saw a horned creature, just here. I think it flew away or turned itself invisible."
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"Let me see if I can detect anything nearby." Hurosk moves over to the indicated claw marks. He traces a finger over the marks and closes his eyes. Using his a hunter abilities, he reaches out and tries to sense any otherworldly presence nearby.
(Primeval Awareness)
"Of course," Kyne replies with a congenial smile, removing his belt and bow.
"My name is Lord Thandúil, I'm visiting from Elentári and this is my associate," he introduces himself before gesturing to Lyreis.
"I trust your facilities are secure? Our weapons are of great value."
Once Kyne's cloak and blade are stowed, he dons a mask and heads inside.
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"Great value indeed." As Lyreis removes the double-bladed scimitar from his back he moves it through a gentle pass not designed to intimidate but to allow the reflected light to play off the surfaces, despite having treasured the blades for over half a century the battlemaster still finds beauty in it's lines and detailing. He hands over his dagger too afterwards. His cloak he removes, folds carefully and places where indicated, selecting a mask for himself and following Kyne into the next room.
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Hurosk and Molly:
The half-orc concentrates and expands his senses. He can feel the humid and cold mist aorund him, but his counsciosness reachs farther away and he could feel it all around them, emanating from the lake and covering all the town. He hears the muffled sound of music and laughs inside the Sphynx much amplified now, but doesn't let it break his focus. He reaches out and out, communing with the nature and using the mist now to his advantage, for the tainted creatures let an umbalanced mark into the nature, and thanks to the Gods, the mist was a natural phenomena.
He could feel the presence of a lot of humanoids and animals all around him, but that was natural and were just mere shadows that his senses past over.
Then he felt it. It was like black echoes against the natural flow of energy. He could sense that still in the range of his senses there was some foul creatures, both undead and fiendish in nature, for the first left a putrid hodor in his nose, brought by the air, and the second made his mouth taste like sulfur.
Kyne and Lyreis:
"Of course Sir" replies the butler "They will be perfectly safe"
In fact, once inside the room you can see that there are individual wardrobes where you can put your weapons and cloacks and they are closed by a key that you keep with you.
The servants give you masks, Kyne's resemblances a wolf and Lyreis's features a hawk. Both masks covers the upper part of their faces, leaving the mouth visible and free to drink or eat.
Then the butler guides both of them towards the main doors and opens it for them. Inside the see a large ball room, illuminated by great cristal lamps, floating between ten or twelve feet above the ground and about three or five feet from the vaulted ceiling. The big room, wich must occupy the whole building, with large windows that look to a beatiful garden on the oposite side from where they had entered, has a chord quintet of bards, wearing birds masks, that are playing a melodic and beatiful song. Several couples are dancing in the middle of the room, and several goups of people, but no more than five or six per group, chat, drink and laugh here and there. Everyone wears a mask, most of them ressembling animals or creatures, most of them far more elaborated and decorated that the ones that they had been given. Both elves can see that one particular woman with an outstanding ruby red dress, wears an impressive red dragon mask that covers all her face. The only people who doesn't wear mask are the servants who cross the room carrying drinks and food to the guests.
No one seems to notice their entrance, save one halfling servant who offers them drinks.
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This is not Kyne's first time attending a party of the wealthy elite, and from the balls of Highwood to the upscale whore houses of Duinarda they all have one thing in common. If you're obvious enough about enjoying yourself, eventually somebody will offer you a newer and more novel high.
Deftly accepting the drink from the halfling, he nods to Lyreis and begins to weave his way through the revellers towards the woman in the red dress. The elf aims to first keep his ears open and develop an informed opinion of his surroundings, before introducing himself. He especially pays attention to whether the woman is in conversation with any of the other guests.
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( Kyne roll an insight check for me please )
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The mood is relaxed and most of the people are just having a good time, even with the usual gossip and constant evaluation that the high society is alway doing among themselves. The lady in the red dragon mask is amused, apparently, by the attentions of a pair of gentelmens that are besides her, one wearing an owl mask and the other wearing a bull mask.
But Kyne can say that they had picked her attention, he is not sure if is him or Lyreis, or both, but he notices her eyes turning to them in ocasions while she still talks to the other two.
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Kyne props himself up besides one of the large windows overlooking the garden and sips at his drink, while obviously and deliberately watching the lady in the dragon mask. He waits and if she looks his way he meets her gaze and slightly raises his glass towards her in acknowledgement, before moving on from his position. When the current song ends he approaches her and her admirers from the side, interrupting their conversation with an almost universally acceptable excuse.
"Excuse me gentlemen... my Lady, may I have this next dance?"
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"Next dance?" she replies " I am sorry Sir I do not dance with strangers"
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With one on eye on Kyne, Lyreis moves through the room a little never straying too far from his companion. Moving at ease with a glass of wine the hawk-masked elf looks over the assembled people paying particular attention to those around the red-dressed lady, keeping an eye out for weapons.
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Kyne lets out a casual chuckle at the lady's response.
"My lady, I have my doubts that anybody here truly knows one another. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kyne of House Thandúil, I'm visiting Delethorn from Elentári."
He takes her hand and raises the back of it between them with a mishievmisc grin.
"Am I still a stranger?"
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