Nemeia turns and begins to scan the crowd looking for Krin. After a few moments, she realizes she has no idea what Krin looks like to find her. "What does your friend look like? How will I recognize her?,"Nemeia asks with haste in her voice.
While Moira and Sora headed back to the bar, Orajin continued chatting with Nemeia,"I haven't seen her yet so probably best to wait till the morning and catch her in her shop. Just head to the northwest end of the Merchant Sector, you can't miss it."
Nemeia nods with appreciation."Good fight by the way. Be seeing you around!" Nemeia turns and looks for her companions with a bit of excitement spreading on her face. Now where could they have gone. Not one that finds herself lost often, she does her best to get back to the nice lady at the bar that offered her the drink.
Almost as soon as they reach the bar, Sora puts down a gold coin on the bar from her winnings and orders another round for her and her friends, "Woo! That was a blast right? Perfect way to let out your frustrations for the day. Doubt tomorrow's fancy party will be anywhere near as fun."
While meditating in the simple but comfortable enclosure of the Lady Death's Temple, you think about the day's events and what you've learned so far. You find yourself focused and at peace in her presence as you wonder about the next steps. Then you hear a distant raven's call and soon you start to feel that presence filling the air around you. You look around and you notice you are completely surrounded by a thick fog. Unusually dark, even with your sight you can't see past a few feet at most. Suddenly your scarred eye begins to throb with a sensation you've never felt before and you hear the sound of wings flapping. Looking ahead you see a raven standing there in the distance, impossibly sharp and clear against the surrounding fog. The raven caws loudly at you and takes off flying, and somehow you realize you're now seeing things from that raven's perspective as it flies over the town. From the raven's sight everything is colored in black and white, except for strands of gold that connect the people below. These golden strings glow brightly as they interconnect with each other creating a thick web all around you.
The raven continues to fly, moving quickly far above the town heading in the direction of the castle. Up ahead, somewhere inside the castle itself, you something is ... off. There is an unnaturally dark spot forming there. You aren't sure exactly what that dark spot is or where it's located, only that it's somewhere in the castle. The golden strings you saw before seem to become twisted and corrupted when they come too close to that dark spot, growing darker as if by its influence.
Before you can see anything more you suddenly open your eyes and realize you're back at the temple. All signs of the fog and the raven are completely gone, as if it never happened in the first place.
9 exhales abruptly taking in what she just saw. She stumbles to her feet and starts looking around, seeming somewhat paranoid. Taking another deep breath she remembers her vision and starts processing it as she exits the temple, internally thanking the Lady. As she is walking back to the inn, she quite clearly stares at people and in between them, rarely looking towards the sky. She stops in the middle of a less crowded street and turns to glance at the center of the Golden web, where the disease lies. Squinting her eye she quickens her steps.
“The castle it is. The taint must be purged.”, she mutters to herself on her way to the in.
Adding my own gold to Sora's I say to her and the bartender "How about a bottle of the local specialty?"
Once we get our drinks I'll start looking for a table."Oh I don't know. I'm looking forward to the party too. Really how often do you get to attend a royal ball? But yes this was very fun. I am almost tempted to have another go at it. I think that dwarf was a bit more drunk than she thought she was. And where did the smoke and growing come from? I didn't know you knew magic."
Sora would be the first in line willing to try out the local specialty, no matter what it was. Once they were sat down down at the table Sora would be happy to respond to Moira's questions.
"I don't. That was ..." She grew silent briefly as she clearly tried to figure out a concise way to describe it, "That's kind of a trick I picked up from an old friend." She looked around the bar quickly before she continued, "I can explain it in more detail once we get back to the inn, it'll be hard to describe with all this noise and distractions."
Moira& Sora- The local specialty, or at least the bottle Gizel will sell you, claims to be some kind of "Mushroom Whiskey", it has a smokey savory flavor like a warm hug by a campfire, but also with a very high alchohol content. You suspect it only taste good after you're already drunk.
Nemeia- You'll find no trouble finding the others, and partaking in the local specialty, once you move away from the chaos surrounding the pit. Of which there is already another fight starting up by the sounds of it.
"There you are! I found the most wonderful thing out!,"Nemeia rushes to find a seat among her companions. "My friend Orajin said that he knows an artificer. Said she has a workshop in the Northwest end of the Merchant district. Probably closed now."Nemeia looks to the drinks and takes a glass. She raises it into the light to try and get a look at the liqour inside. She shrugs before taking a drink. "I'm going to check it out in the morning. Orajin was so nice."
Nemeia- You're feeling drunk, but it's not terribly so.
Sora& Moira- You should make Con saves for all the ale you've been drinking as well. ;)
As the festivities continue, back at the Sturdy Unicorn Inn ...
Sitting at one of the tables at the inn is a human woman of average build and wearing fine quality traveling clothes. She has deep, dark red colored hair and blue eyes against her pale skin. She is enjoying a simple dinner but has a large number of various bottles of liquor on the table in front of her. She doesn't appear to be in any sort of binge drinking escapade, on the contrary she's currently tasting each spirit carefully while taking notes.
This isLynn-Marie. This is the sight that awaits9when she first arrives back at the Inn.
Lynn will see 9 enter the inn, a tall woman wearing a thick, dark cloak. It's hard to tell that she's an elf due to that cloak, however if you looked, you would still see the dark grey skin and the strands of white hair peaking out past her hood. If you looked even more closely you would quickly start to notice the many scars on this woman's face as she looks back at you with one eye covered behind an eye-patch.
Speaking more loudly than I need to "Ohh, That's great, WE should definitely check that out tomorrow. Here have some of this it's like drinking a steak. Do you think I should do another fight? It was really fun. And Rusty was so cute. .... Rusty! No! you can't drink that. we should get some milk or water for him."
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CON Save - 15
"Orajin? Who's that?" Sora asked before looking over at Moira, "I think we should definitely get some water for him AND Nemeia. Anyway, we'll definitely have to do a lot of shopping tomorrow so I'm looking forward to it! Artificer shop included!"
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9 throws a passing glance at the new patron in the inn and tries to notice anything that would stand out to her. She then finds Gus and asks him, “Did the others return yet?”.
Lynn would also notice numerous scars on her hands leading back into her cloak. There are 9 scars in total oh her face.
"He's a minotaur. You two fought already. He has magic things he made. His friend helped him. She sounds great. But she isn't here I don't think. Orajin said he hadn't seen her. If she's like me, she's probably working dilage... hard in her shop. I bet she's really good at making things. Origen.. Orajin told me where her shop is. It's in the northwest merchant area. I want to check it out. We can go in the morning."
"You going to fight again?," Nemeia asks Moira with a bit of wonder. "Did you fight already? Origee and I were talking and I missed it. You should totally fight again so I can see it this time. I'l watch this time. I promise. Where's 9 at? Is she going to fight too?"
Two travelers enter the The Sturdy Unicorn as the evening dwindles on. An average height, somewhat portly hobgoblin leads the way to a small table surrounded by locals. His laminar armor is covered in leather pouches and vials. A wooden shield is strung across his back along with a traveler's backpack. His black hair is growing out unevenly from a crudely done close haircut. The reddish-brown skin of his face is marred by an angry scar across his left cheek. He shuffles into a chair and stops a server walking by. "One coffee - strong, black - and one tea." He leans close to his companion and mutters quietly, then sits back, idly observing those sitting around him.
(Passive insight: 10)
The hobgoblin speaks little to his companion. He seems more interested in eavesdropping on those around him
"HAHAHA! You are drunk! We should get you back to the inn. We need to get rest for tomorrow. We have a big day ahead of us with the ball and the investigation and everything." Still speaking much louder than normal.
Lynn-Marie only glanced up at the sound of the door opening out of mild curiosity, but the sight that greeted her made her start and look up a second time. It had taken her a second to digest the sight, the dark cloak hiding most of the features, but the scars and odd-coloured skin certainly stood out, not to mention the eyepatch. "Rough road."she thinks to herself, delicately moving an imaginary strand of hair out of her face, shielding her eyes from view so to not be caught staring.
Her dark red hair is braided in two loose braids that fall over her shoulder, with several locks falling freely to frame her face. She has fine features, a thin nose and eyebrows, with the lips of her relatively small mouth painted a sultry red. Dark eyelashes and a hint of make-up accentuate her blue eyes. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, but pretty enough to have men give her a second glance, and she knows how to accentuate her feminine features.
Her clothes, as mentioned, are well-made and well taken care of, with no obvious marks of wear and tear, although there is a layer of dust starting to settle into the bottom part of the pants that wrap tightly around her legs. She is currently wearing mostly browns and greys, but there is a red sash tied around her waist that accentuates her hair. Despite being seated it is clear that she is athletic, yet not overly thin, and from her Human features and her smooth skin most would be accurate in judging her in her late teens or early twenties.
She returns to her meal and her notes with a studious look, a bit of the blush on her cheeks fading as her concentration is renewed.
"Oh that guy! He's named Orajin? I thought it was just Gore, guess that's a stage name or something. Awesome, I'll have to say hi to him sometime, he was fun to fight, tricky with those magic items, but I'm not one to talk huh?"She chuckles then looks back at Moira as she seems to get louder, "I think you're not too far behind her." She then lets out a quick belch before continuing, "I think I'm not too far behind you either. Yeah, let's head back to the Inn soon and get some rest. Actually we should get some water first, especially for her." She motions towards Nemeia before she stands up, ready to help whoever needs it to their feet before heading back.
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Moira
”A drink sounds good! I can see why you like that. It’s quite a rush.” I head toward the bar with Sora.
Nemeia turns and begins to scan the crowd looking for Krin. After a few moments, she realizes she has no idea what Krin looks like to find her. "What does your friend look like? How will I recognize her?," Nemeia asks with haste in her voice.
While Moira and Sora headed back to the bar, Orajin continued chatting with Nemeia, "I haven't seen her yet so probably best to wait till the morning and catch her in her shop. Just head to the northwest end of the Merchant Sector, you can't miss it."
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Nemeia nods with appreciation. "Good fight by the way. Be seeing you around!" Nemeia turns and looks for her companions with a bit of excitement spreading on her face. Now where could they have gone. Not one that finds herself lost often, she does her best to get back to the nice lady at the bar that offered her the drink.
Almost as soon as they reach the bar, Sora puts down a gold coin on the bar from her winnings and orders another round for her and her friends, "Woo! That was a blast right? Perfect way to let out your frustrations for the day. Doubt tomorrow's fancy party will be anywhere near as fun."
9
While meditating in the simple but comfortable enclosure of the Lady Death's Temple, you think about the day's events and what you've learned so far. You find yourself focused and at peace in her presence as you wonder about the next steps. Then you hear a distant raven's call and soon you start to feel that presence filling the air around you. You look around and you notice you are completely surrounded by a thick fog. Unusually dark, even with your sight you can't see past a few feet at most. Suddenly your scarred eye begins to throb with a sensation you've never felt before and you hear the sound of wings flapping. Looking ahead you see a raven standing there in the distance, impossibly sharp and clear against the surrounding fog. The raven caws loudly at you and takes off flying, and somehow you realize you're now seeing things from that raven's perspective as it flies over the town. From the raven's sight everything is colored in black and white, except for strands of gold that connect the people below. These golden strings glow brightly as they interconnect with each other creating a thick web all around you.
The raven continues to fly, moving quickly far above the town heading in the direction of the castle. Up ahead, somewhere inside the castle itself, you something is ... off. There is an unnaturally dark spot forming there. You aren't sure exactly what that dark spot is or where it's located, only that it's somewhere in the castle. The golden strings you saw before seem to become twisted and corrupted when they come too close to that dark spot, growing darker as if by its influence.
Before you can see anything more you suddenly open your eyes and realize you're back at the temple. All signs of the fog and the raven are completely gone, as if it never happened in the first place.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
9 exhales abruptly taking in what she just saw. She stumbles to her feet and starts looking around, seeming somewhat paranoid. Taking another deep breath she remembers her vision and starts processing it as she exits the temple, internally thanking the Lady. As she is walking back to the inn, she quite clearly stares at people and in between them, rarely looking towards the sky. She stops in the middle of a less crowded street and turns to glance at the center of the Golden web, where the disease lies. Squinting her eye she quickens her steps.
“The castle it is. The taint must be purged.”, she mutters to herself on her way to the in.
Moira
Adding my own gold to Sora's I say to her and the bartender "How about a bottle of the local specialty?"
Once we get our drinks I'll start looking for a table."Oh I don't know. I'm looking forward to the party too. Really how often do you get to attend a royal ball? But yes this was very fun. I am almost tempted to have another go at it. I think that dwarf was a bit more drunk than she thought she was. And where did the smoke and growing come from? I didn't know you knew magic."
Sora would be the first in line willing to try out the local specialty, no matter what it was. Once they were sat down down at the table Sora would be happy to respond to Moira's questions.
"I don't. That was ..." She grew silent briefly as she clearly tried to figure out a concise way to describe it, "That's kind of a trick I picked up from an old friend." She looked around the bar quickly before she continued, "I can explain it in more detail once we get back to the inn, it'll be hard to describe with all this noise and distractions."
Moira & Sora - The local specialty, or at least the bottle Gizel will sell you, claims to be some kind of "Mushroom Whiskey", it has a smokey savory flavor like a warm hug by a campfire, but also with a very high alchohol content. You suspect it only taste good after you're already drunk.
Nemeia - You'll find no trouble finding the others, and partaking in the local specialty, once you move away from the chaos surrounding the pit. Of which there is already another fight starting up by the sounds of it.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
"There you are! I found the most wonderful thing out!," Nemeia rushes to find a seat among her companions. "My friend Orajin said that he knows an artificer. Said she has a workshop in the Northwest end of the Merchant district. Probably closed now." Nemeia looks to the drinks and takes a glass. She raises it into the light to try and get a look at the liqour inside. She shrugs before taking a drink. "I'm going to check it out in the morning. Orajin was so nice."
(Con if needed: 7)
Nemeia - You're feeling drunk, but it's not terribly so.
Sora & Moira - You should make Con saves for all the ale you've been drinking as well. ;)
As the festivities continue, back at the Sturdy Unicorn Inn ...
Sitting at one of the tables at the inn is a human woman of average build and wearing fine quality traveling clothes. She has deep, dark red colored hair and blue eyes against her pale skin. She is enjoying a simple dinner but has a large number of various bottles of liquor on the table in front of her. She doesn't appear to be in any sort of binge drinking escapade, on the contrary she's currently tasting each spirit carefully while taking notes.
This is Lynn-Marie. This is the sight that awaits 9 when she first arrives back at the Inn.
Lynn will see 9 enter the inn, a tall woman wearing a thick, dark cloak. It's hard to tell that she's an elf due to that cloak, however if you looked, you would still see the dark grey skin and the strands of white hair peaking out past her hood. If you looked even more closely you would quickly start to notice the many scars on this woman's face as she looks back at you with one eye covered behind an eye-patch.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Moira - CON Save : 23
Speaking more loudly than I need to "Ohh, That's great, WE should definitely check that out tomorrow. Here have some of this it's like drinking a steak. Do you think I should do another fight? It was really fun. And Rusty was so cute. .... Rusty! No! you can't drink that. we should get some milk or water for him."
CON Save - 15
"Orajin? Who's that?" Sora asked before looking over at Moira, "I think we should definitely get some water for him AND Nemeia. Anyway, we'll definitely have to do a lot of shopping tomorrow so I'm looking forward to it! Artificer shop included!"
9 throws a passing glance at the new patron in the inn and tries to notice anything that would stand out to her. She then finds Gus and asks him, “Did the others return yet?”.
Lynn would also notice numerous scars on her hands leading back into her cloak. There are 9 scars in total oh her face.
Perception: 8 + 3
"He's a minotaur. You two fought already. He has magic things he made. His friend helped him. She sounds great. But she isn't here I don't think. Orajin said he hadn't seen her. If she's like me, she's probably working dilage... hard in her shop. I bet she's really good at making things. Origen.. Orajin told me where her shop is. It's in the northwest merchant area. I want to check it out. We can go in the morning."
"You going to fight again?," Nemeia asks Moira with a bit of wonder. "Did you fight already? Origee and I were talking and I missed it. You should totally fight again so I can see it this time. I'l watch this time. I promise. Where's 9 at? Is she going to fight too?"
Two travelers enter the The Sturdy Unicorn as the evening dwindles on. An average height, somewhat portly hobgoblin leads the way to a small table surrounded by locals. His laminar armor is covered in leather pouches and vials. A wooden shield is strung across his back along with a traveler's backpack. His black hair is growing out unevenly from a crudely done close haircut. The reddish-brown skin of his face is marred by an angry scar across his left cheek. He shuffles into a chair and stops a server walking by. "One coffee - strong, black - and one tea." He leans close to his companion and mutters quietly, then sits back, idly observing those sitting around him.
(Passive insight: 10)
The hobgoblin speaks little to his companion. He seems more interested in eavesdropping on those around him
Moira
"HAHAHA! You are drunk! We should get you back to the inn. We need to get rest for tomorrow. We have a big day ahead of us with the ball and the investigation and everything." Still speaking much louder than normal.
Lynn-Marie only glanced up at the sound of the door opening out of mild curiosity, but the sight that greeted her made her start and look up a second time. It had taken her a second to digest the sight, the dark cloak hiding most of the features, but the scars and odd-coloured skin certainly stood out, not to mention the eyepatch. "Rough road." she thinks to herself, delicately moving an imaginary strand of hair out of her face, shielding her eyes from view so to not be caught staring.
Her dark red hair is braided in two loose braids that fall over her shoulder, with several locks falling freely to frame her face. She has fine features, a thin nose and eyebrows, with the lips of her relatively small mouth painted a sultry red. Dark eyelashes and a hint of make-up accentuate her blue eyes. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, but pretty enough to have men give her a second glance, and she knows how to accentuate her feminine features.
Her clothes, as mentioned, are well-made and well taken care of, with no obvious marks of wear and tear, although there is a layer of dust starting to settle into the bottom part of the pants that wrap tightly around her legs. She is currently wearing mostly browns and greys, but there is a red sash tied around her waist that accentuates her hair. Despite being seated it is clear that she is athletic, yet not overly thin, and from her Human features and her smooth skin most would be accurate in judging her in her late teens or early twenties.
She returns to her meal and her notes with a studious look, a bit of the blush on her cheeks fading as her concentration is renewed.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
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ESC! | 10|33|5~
"Oh that guy! He's named Orajin? I thought it was just Gore, guess that's a stage name or something. Awesome, I'll have to say hi to him sometime, he was fun to fight, tricky with those magic items, but I'm not one to talk huh?" She chuckles then looks back at Moira as she seems to get louder, "I think you're not too far behind her." She then lets out a quick belch before continuing, "I think I'm not too far behind you either. Yeah, let's head back to the Inn soon and get some rest. Actually we should get some water first, especially for her." She motions towards Nemeia before she stands up, ready to help whoever needs it to their feet before heading back.