"Ah, 9, you missed out on all the fun." Sora says, managing to get her voice back down to more normal levels. She does a rather poor job of helping 9 with everyone, but at least she's not a hindrance either. "They had a fighting pit and everything, it was so awesome. Probably more fun then this gala we're going to tomorrow."
"I met Origin and he said that lizards are snakes with legs." She thinks for a moment. "That's not right. No, I mean lizards are leg snakes but he said he has a friend that does things." She makes a sweeping gesture. "Like... magic"
Kal nods politely at Gus's offer, "I believe we can afford that and thank you for the advice." Again his tone is flat and to the point, though subtle enough to not be rude. He looks towards his compatriot and sips his tea as the raucous crew makes their grand entrance. He hardly glances in their direction and instead subtlymessages Khor, "I will go introduce us. This couldn't be worse than the Kragg Twin job, right?"
Standing and turning towards the trio, Kal leaves the table to walk over and greet the jovial group. With a smooth and practiced ease he give a bow to address the group but decides to most directly talk to the two sober women. "Before you retire, my friend and I would be like to offer our services as sell-swords. The proprietor of this Inn has revealed you may be in need of assistance."Kal pauses and steps to the side slighting so he may conversationally open his stance and point toward Khor. "My companion, Khorzik is both an accomplished mage and alchemist. He has an excellent mind for strategy and combat."
He closes his stance and bows again, "I am, Kal'duros, of the Kal'dorath." With his head still lowered he sweeps his robe open to one side to reveal the broken down double bladed scimitar of his people's tradition. The Kal'dorath are typically a known community of mercenaries and sellswords of fairly high regard but Kal has learned to not assume the general populace know of his homeland to the far north. "A swordsman of excellent skill. Please take the evening to consider our offer and we shall speak with you again in the morning."
Kal straightens, nods as if to dismiss himself, and turns to walk back to his table. His speech very much a declaration but it does have slight variations of inflection. An under-layer of charisma seeping through, though the tone and mannerisms are very foreign to most this far south. Some might say his demeanor is exotic.
Seeing the hobgoblin and elf there Moira dose a slight double take then walks up to them. "Hi I'm Moira. Sorry about the disturbance. You look familiar. I could have sworn I saw you two at the pub."
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Lynn-Marie raises her glass in thanks as the one with the shaved sides of her head wishes everyone a good night, shooting the woman a genuine smile. Over the next few minutes as she's finishing up her meal Lynn-Marie keeps casting glances at the commotion near the entrance. Between the metal cat, the adorable red panda, the loud singing and the two men there was plenty to observe, but it was when one of the men made a bow, revealing a weapon she hadn't seen before, she gives another start in surprise.
"This is a lively place. I wonder what the gala will be like. If there are this many distractions there..." she ponders to herself as she signals to Gus that she has finished her meal.
Moira- You've heard of the Kal'dorath, though they're more like fairy tales, you've certainly never met one before. Other then being known as mercenaries from the eastern badlands, north of Dorimir, you don't really know much about them.
Lynn - You certainly know about the Kal'dorath. They're especially well known among merchants that have need to hire mercenaries. From what you recall the Kal'dorath are more of a tribe far to the north, past the kingdom of Dorimir. They take all kinds but they're mostly made up of Goliaths and Humans that have adapted better to the harsh environment of the Eastern Badlands. Indeed chances are you've met a member of the Kal'dorath and they were most likely a Goliath. They're regarded, at least among the people you've spent time with, as some of the best independent mercenaries money can buy, and generally considered a great value since they're easier to hire directly instead of having to go through a typical mercenary company. Also the double bladed scimitar is a staple of Kal'dorath warriors, so showing it to a potential employee is kind of like showing proof of their credentials.
What's also of interest to you is the style of armor that Kal's companion is wearing, which you recognize as being from the Sapphire Kingdom. This is a continent far to the south west from Tyrandel, though obviously there is still trade from there coming into Angel's Cove.
Sora - Might be the ale's influence, but you don't particularly recall anything of significance.
Pointing at the human packing away her bottles of spirits that bears an uncanny resemblance to the person Moira usually sees in the mirror "Is she with you too? We would be happy to have your assistance. In fact that might help with the plans we were leaning toward. Yes sleep would be good now. Umm the room might be tight now but you are welcome to join us."
Sora looked at the two mercenaries as they introduced themselves with a curious look, "Well, we're not exactly hiring though. I mean we're kinda just sellswords ourselves who got hired out by the shitty Duke and all." A wave of realization crosses her face as a new thought enters her mind, "Actually that might work. The Duke did promise to pay everyone in the group quite a bit, but we never exactly told him just how big our group really was. So if you want to join us, then we can probably squeeze that ******* for even more gold after all's said and done." She looked over the pair thoughtfully once more before she added, "How good are you guys with Royal galas?"
Nemeia drops into an overly plush chair and says, "we don't have coin for selling swords but maybe this Duke has extra. We just have to solve a mystery!" All the while she's talking, she's searching within a small pouch designed with clear gnomish traits. She eventually pulls out some purple lens spectacles and places them over the bridge of her nose.
The word mage had sparked her interest and brought her focus forward to combat the fog inducing liquor that clouded her system. "Magic lizards," she mutters to herself as she struggles with the glasses.
Khorzik sips his coffee slowly. He seems to follow every word carefully and make careful notice of the armor and weapons of all those around him. "Moira, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Khorzik Fume." He stands and places his clenched fist against his chest in a strange salute, then realizes his social blunder. He reaches to shake her hand. "I do not know the one watching from the corner, no. And we appreciate your offer of sharing a room, but our current accommodations will be sufficient for the time being. As for the offer of employment, we are grateful. However, I must inquire as to the nature of the job." Khorzik seems uncomfortable for a moment, then finds resolve and continues. "We do not want to run afoul of the local authorities or endanger the lives of any noncombatants..err, citizens."
(OOC: if its not too much trouble, please describe what Khorzik observes about each of you)
Nemeia- You're definitely detecting some magic you don't recognize, most likely magic items, on some of the people in the room. But you're having a hard narrowing down who and what.
Kal gives the redheaded woman an appraising look. After a brief moment of consideration, "Thank you for your offer, but I would not like to lay with you. As my friend says, we have made accommodations." He gives a moment more of thought, "Perhaps when you have regained your wits? Alcohol makes a sloppy partner." It has taken him a few years in the southern lands to properly refuse or accept sharing a bed with another. He feels confident that this exchange went well. Satisfied with himself he returns to his tea. Khorz is always better at ironing out the details of a new contract.
I just stand there for a moment in shocked silence. Then cheeks going as red as my hair ”Wait no. No no no. I was not... That is... You wouldn’t ... Not for...” And with that I run upstairs to the room.
Nemeia lets out a small huff as she stands and makes her way to the stairs, "Till we meet again lizards." She gives a gracious wave to Gus and then follows Moira's retreat.
From what you can see, Sora is relatively short for a human, at least she seems to be the shortest one in the room. Yet even a passing look at her body would make it obvious that she is extremely fit with lots of very well defined muscles across her otherwise smaller frame. She wears studded leather armor that is not very high quality but seems like it's worn mostly due to how comfortable it is and how good it looks. Her jet black hair is shaved down to nearly bare skin on either side of her head but otherwise grows out very long from the top of her head, generally falling over to one side all the way down just past her shoulder. You can see a few tattoos on some of the bare skin that shows past her armor.
The most obvious gear on her is a pair of longswords strapped to either side of her hips. Along with other smaller, utilitarian weaponry, like the daggers attached to the sides of her boots. Perhaps a bit too much for walking about town, but well within what you would expect for an adventurer or mercenary. More importantly she looks like someone who clearly is skilled in their use. Beyond that she's only carrying a few pouches likely holding some coins and other basic items, as the rest of her gear is back in her room.
At Kal's words to Moira, Sora just stares back at her friend for a moment silently, until the redhead begins stammering and running up the stairs. At which point Sora just can't hold back any longer and burst out with a sharp laughter. "That's too bad, guess the new guy's not into you." After the moment passes and Moira is far enough away to avoid further embarrassment, Sora will look back at the other two and explain, "She's not offering sex. We can talk about the task we were given but it's better to do it in a more private setting. We've rented out one of the larger suites here that we're all sharing, it has a nice big table where we can all sit around and discuss the details more freely if you're interested." She nods over at Nemeia and adds, "Plus she could stand to lay down for a spell."
Khorzik interrupts anyone storming off. "Please do not be offended by my companion. Kal'duros' culture seems to be quite different from others. If possible, give your friend our sincere apologies. And, yes, we would welcome the opportunity to discuss our mission." Khorzik stands, ready to follow Sora.
Kal looks back slightly perplexed. He sends a Message to Khorz, "I hope I did not ruin our opportunity with this misunderstanding. Should I go apologize to the woman? Or would that cause further issue?"Secretly he fumes to himself that he misinterpreted Moira's intent.
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9 is a tall woman of pale grey skin and pointed ears that appear to be Elven, although it would be unclear of what heritage she is. Her face carries nine uneven slashing scars over it, one of them crossing her eye that lays under a loose patch of cloth. Her other eye is of pale blue colour and projects a piercing intensity when she glances upon people or otherwise. A mess of white hair descends from the hood and stops just beneath her shoulders. Her body form is concealed by a thick cloack of black but there is an outline of leather armor visible under it. There is an amulet of raven feathers around neck and attached to her belt is a long leathery whip that seems to be the only used and beaten thing on her, there also is a small shield attached to her belt opposite to the whip. What little of her arms is not concealed by the cloak is covered scars as well.
As Moira and Nemeia ran up the stairs 9 chuckled with the sound of an ill person coughing, and once again approached Sora, “We shouldn’t be so quick to accept their offer. This city is nothing but a pot of treason, and that ******* castle right there is where it’s brewing. We should talk about this again in the morning once you all are sober. Now go up, we have a busy day tomorrow”.
After, and if, Sora goes up, 9 will sit amd scribble some more, observing the behaviour of all three new patrons of the Unicorn. After that she will go to check on everyone upstairs.
"Ah, 9, you missed out on all the fun." Sora says, managing to get her voice back down to more normal levels. She does a rather poor job of helping 9 with everyone, but at least she's not a hindrance either. "They had a fighting pit and everything, it was so awesome. Probably more fun then this gala we're going to tomorrow."
"I met Origin and he said that lizards are snakes with legs." She thinks for a moment. "That's not right. No, I mean lizards are leg snakes but he said he has a friend that does things." She makes a sweeping gesture. "Like... magic"
Kal nods politely at Gus's offer, "I believe we can afford that and thank you for the advice." Again his tone is flat and to the point, though subtle enough to not be rude. He looks towards his compatriot and sips his tea as the raucous crew makes their grand entrance. He hardly glances in their direction and instead subtly messages Khor, "I will go introduce us. This couldn't be worse than the Kragg Twin job, right?"
Standing and turning towards the trio, Kal leaves the table to walk over and greet the jovial group. With a smooth and practiced ease he give a bow to address the group but decides to most directly talk to the two sober women. "Before you retire, my friend and I would be like to offer our services as sell-swords. The proprietor of this Inn has revealed you may be in need of assistance." Kal pauses and steps to the side slighting so he may conversationally open his stance and point toward Khor. "My companion, Khorzik is both an accomplished mage and alchemist. He has an excellent mind for strategy and combat."
He closes his stance and bows again, "I am, Kal'duros, of the Kal'dorath." With his head still lowered he sweeps his robe open to one side to reveal the broken down double bladed scimitar of his people's tradition. The Kal'dorath are typically a known community of mercenaries and sellswords of fairly high regard but Kal has learned to not assume the general populace know of his homeland to the far north. "A swordsman of excellent skill. Please take the evening to consider our offer and we shall speak with you again in the morning."
Kal straightens, nods as if to dismiss himself, and turns to walk back to his table. His speech very much a declaration but it does have slight variations of inflection. An under-layer of charisma seeping through, though the tone and mannerisms are very foreign to most this far south. Some might say his demeanor is exotic.
Moira
Seeing the hobgoblin and elf there Moira dose a slight double take then walks up to them. "Hi I'm Moira. Sorry about the disturbance. You look familiar. I could have sworn I saw you two at the pub."
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Lynn-Marie raises her glass in thanks as the one with the shaved sides of her head wishes everyone a good night, shooting the woman a genuine smile. Over the next few minutes as she's finishing up her meal Lynn-Marie keeps casting glances at the commotion near the entrance. Between the metal cat, the adorable red panda, the loud singing and the two men there was plenty to observe, but it was when one of the men made a bow, revealing a weapon she hadn't seen before, she gives another start in surprise.
"This is a lively place. I wonder what the gala will be like. If there are this many distractions there..." she ponders to herself as she signals to Gus that she has finished her meal.
Mechanics:
History on the Kal'dorath: 23
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
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Moira - You've heard of the Kal'dorath, though they're more like fairy tales, you've certainly never met one before. Other then being known as mercenaries from the eastern badlands, north of Dorimir, you don't really know much about them.
Lynn - You certainly know about the Kal'dorath. They're especially well known among merchants that have need to hire mercenaries. From what you recall the Kal'dorath are more of a tribe far to the north, past the kingdom of Dorimir. They take all kinds but they're mostly made up of Goliaths and Humans that have adapted better to the harsh environment of the Eastern Badlands. Indeed chances are you've met a member of the Kal'dorath and they were most likely a Goliath. They're regarded, at least among the people you've spent time with, as some of the best independent mercenaries money can buy, and generally considered a great value since they're easier to hire directly instead of having to go through a typical mercenary company. Also the double bladed scimitar is a staple of Kal'dorath warriors, so showing it to a potential employee is kind of like showing proof of their credentials.
What's also of interest to you is the style of armor that Kal's companion is wearing, which you recognize as being from the Sapphire Kingdom. This is a continent far to the south west from Tyrandel, though obviously there is still trade from there coming into Angel's Cove.
Sora - Might be the ale's influence, but you don't particularly recall anything of significance.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Moira
Pointing at the human packing away her bottles of spirits that bears an uncanny resemblance to the person Moira usually sees in the mirror "Is she with you too? We would be happy to have your assistance. In fact that might help with the plans we were leaning toward. Yes sleep would be good now. Umm the room might be tight now but you are welcome to join us."
Sora looked at the two mercenaries as they introduced themselves with a curious look, "Well, we're not exactly hiring though. I mean we're kinda just sellswords ourselves who got hired out by the shitty Duke and all." A wave of realization crosses her face as a new thought enters her mind, "Actually that might work. The Duke did promise to pay everyone in the group quite a bit, but we never exactly told him just how big our group really was. So if you want to join us, then we can probably squeeze that ******* for even more gold after all's said and done." She looked over the pair thoughtfully once more before she added, "How good are you guys with Royal galas?"
Nemeia drops into an overly plush chair and says, "we don't have coin for selling swords but maybe this Duke has extra. We just have to solve a mystery!" All the while she's talking, she's searching within a small pouch designed with clear gnomish traits. She eventually pulls out some purple lens spectacles and places them over the bridge of her nose.
The word mage had sparked her interest and brought her focus forward to combat the fog inducing liquor that clouded her system. "Magic lizards," she mutters to herself as she struggles with the glasses.
Khorzik sips his coffee slowly. He seems to follow every word carefully and make careful notice of the armor and weapons of all those around him. "Moira, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Khorzik Fume." He stands and places his clenched fist against his chest in a strange salute, then realizes his social blunder. He reaches to shake her hand. "I do not know the one watching from the corner, no. And we appreciate your offer of sharing a room, but our current accommodations will be sufficient for the time being. As for the offer of employment, we are grateful. However, I must inquire as to the nature of the job." Khorzik seems uncomfortable for a moment, then finds resolve and continues. "We do not want to run afoul of the local authorities or endanger the lives of any noncombatants..err, citizens."
(OOC: if its not too much trouble, please describe what Khorzik observes about each of you)
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Nemeia - You're definitely detecting some magic you don't recognize, most likely magic items, on some of the people in the room. But you're having a hard narrowing down who and what.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Kal gives the redheaded woman an appraising look. After a brief moment of consideration, "Thank you for your offer, but I would not like to lay with you. As my friend says, we have made accommodations." He gives a moment more of thought, "Perhaps when you have regained your wits? Alcohol makes a sloppy partner." It has taken him a few years in the southern lands to properly refuse or accept sharing a bed with another. He feels confident that this exchange went well. Satisfied with himself he returns to his tea. Khorz is always better at ironing out the details of a new contract.
Moira
I just stand there for a moment in shocked silence. Then cheeks going as red as my hair ”Wait no. No no no. I was not... That is... You wouldn’t ... Not for...” And with that I run upstairs to the room.
Nemeia lets out a small huff as she stands and makes her way to the stairs, "Till we meet again lizards." She gives a gracious wave to Gus and then follows Moira's retreat.
From what you can see, Sora is relatively short for a human, at least she seems to be the shortest one in the room. Yet even a passing look at her body would make it obvious that she is extremely fit with lots of very well defined muscles across her otherwise smaller frame. She wears studded leather armor that is not very high quality but seems like it's worn mostly due to how comfortable it is and how good it looks. Her jet black hair is shaved down to nearly bare skin on either side of her head but otherwise grows out very long from the top of her head, generally falling over to one side all the way down just past her shoulder. You can see a few tattoos on some of the bare skin that shows past her armor.
The most obvious gear on her is a pair of longswords strapped to either side of her hips. Along with other smaller, utilitarian weaponry, like the daggers attached to the sides of her boots. Perhaps a bit too much for walking about town, but well within what you would expect for an adventurer or mercenary. More importantly she looks like someone who clearly is skilled in their use. Beyond that she's only carrying a few pouches likely holding some coins and other basic items, as the rest of her gear is back in her room.
At Kal's words to Moira, Sora just stares back at her friend for a moment silently, until the redhead begins stammering and running up the stairs. At which point Sora just can't hold back any longer and burst out with a sharp laughter. "That's too bad, guess the new guy's not into you." After the moment passes and Moira is far enough away to avoid further embarrassment, Sora will look back at the other two and explain, "She's not offering sex. We can talk about the task we were given but it's better to do it in a more private setting. We've rented out one of the larger suites here that we're all sharing, it has a nice big table where we can all sit around and discuss the details more freely if you're interested." She nods over at Nemeia and adds, "Plus she could stand to lay down for a spell."
Khorzik interrupts anyone storming off. "Please do not be offended by my companion. Kal'duros' culture seems to be quite different from others. If possible, give your friend our sincere apologies. And, yes, we would welcome the opportunity to discuss our mission." Khorzik stands, ready to follow Sora.
Kal looks back slightly perplexed. He sends a Message to Khorz, "I hope I did not ruin our opportunity with this misunderstanding. Should I go apologize to the woman? Or would that cause further issue?" Secretly he fumes to himself that he misinterpreted Moira's intent.
9 is a tall woman of pale grey skin and pointed ears that appear to be Elven, although it would be unclear of what heritage she is. Her face carries nine uneven slashing scars over it, one of them crossing her eye that lays under a loose patch of cloth. Her other eye is of pale blue colour and projects a piercing intensity when she glances upon people or otherwise. A mess of white hair descends from the hood and stops just beneath her shoulders. Her body form is concealed by a thick cloack of black but there is an outline of leather armor visible under it. There is an amulet of raven feathers around neck and attached to her belt is a long leathery whip that seems to be the only used and beaten thing on her, there also is a small shield attached to her belt opposite to the whip. What little of her arms is not concealed by the cloak is covered scars as well.
As Moira and Nemeia ran up the stairs 9 chuckled with the sound of an ill person coughing, and once again approached Sora, “We shouldn’t be so quick to accept their offer. This city is nothing but a pot of treason, and that ******* castle right there is where it’s brewing. We should talk about this again in the morning once you all are sober. Now go up, we have a busy day tomorrow”.
After, and if, Sora goes up, 9 will sit amd scribble some more, observing the behaviour of all three new patrons of the Unicorn. After that she will go to check on everyone upstairs.
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