Adventures in Esyldien - Campaign Thread

After talking to Gus for a bit, 9 glances to the stairs and chooses not to disturb Witt for now. She moves to sit somewhere in the corner, but still to be able to keep the patrons in view, and takes out her sketchbook and starts to do rough sketches of ravens and strings connecting them. She just sits there for a while, relaxing while listening to scribbling sounds. 

Sitting across from the hobgoblin is an average height elf, more specifically an eladrin. His grey-blue eyes glowing dimly as he scans the room, his expression mostly impassive. For the most part he looks like a typical monk of sorts. He wears a stone grey tunic tucked into fairly baggy dark blue pants that are in turn wrapped at the bottom to fit tight to his boots. Covering the rest is a heavy charcoal colored robe that acts more like a coat, under which the outline of weaponry can be seen. Something akin to a pair of small scimitars. Leaning on the table next to him is a walking stick that could easily serve as a quarter-staff. 

His face is sharp and exotic as elvish features tend to attract. His skin is pale like that of a goliath though around the collar of his shirt this is a sheen of golden color that seems to reflect when he shifts in his chair. His black, almost blue, hair is pulled back into short ponytail in the back. 

As the host brings over their coffee and tea he nods in appreciation and takes a sip of the steaming tea. 

"It is becoming late. Do we have enough coin to stay here?" The elf says in a thick northern accent.

As 9 approaches to ask about her friends Gus replies to her in his usual outlandish manner, "I'm afraid not my dear, but worry not there is still plenty left to this night." As he's talking with 9 he makes sure to signal of the the other attendants to serve the newly arrived pair with their drink request. Only once 9 makes her way to a table of her own will Gus approach the new arrivals.

"Greetings travelers! And welcome to my not-so-humble inn! Guastielle Armond Siam at your service, but you may call me Gus. Everyone else does." He gives the hobgoblin and eladrin a quick but fancy bow as he greets them, "I couldn't help but overhear your concerns, but I am certain I can provide you with a quality room at a price you will be comfortable with. Please tell me, what manner of stay were you hoping for this evening?"

Nemeia looks around with a bit of panic. "We can't leave without 9. And Moira is going to fight again and I can't miss it again. Also, question. Why do snakes not have legs? Would they be scarier with legs or less scary with legs?" Feeling more confident, her tail sways back and forth as she stands from the throne she'd been sitting on. "So in the morning, I need to go to the merchant place to see the lady. Origin said she can make the things and I want to learn it." 

She gives one last look over the crowd at the Blood Pit and says, "9 is a tough lady. I bet she would win in the pit." She lets out a sigh.  "Infernal. I speak that. Why do you speak that?" Nemeia says to Moira with a puzzled expression. "Snake legs," she mutters as she lets Sora assist her toward the exit.

Sora pats Nemeia on the head before putting her arm across her own shoulders as she helps her friend up off her feet before walking out of the tavern, "Yes, yes, 9 is very tough, let's go back to the Inn and find her. That way you can tell her yourself." She nods along with Nemeia's conversation, "Also I think a snake with legs is just a lizard, so ... less scary I guess? It probably depends on the snake." She then looks back over at Moira and shrugs, "I don't speak Infernal so I have no idea." 

Moira

Taking hold of Nemeia in the other side  

”She’s worse than I thought. Let me help.” Then give Sora a look “Your guess is as good as mine as to what she’s talking about. Let’s just get her back to the inn.”

Nemeia looks at the liquid with skeptical eyes. "You're just trying to get me drunk." Even though she just said that, she accepts the drink. The sour expression on her face makes it clear she was not expecting it to be coffee. "I.. I don't like that at all," she says with a bit of sadness. She does drink it all though for some reason. "Lizards. You're right. They'd just be lizards. Liz-ard. Li-zard. L'zard. Did you tell 9 we were leaving?"

"Sure, sure we did, She's waiting for us back at the inn." Sora comforts Nemeia as she leads the trio back to the Sturdy Unicorn. She continues chatting happily with her two companions all the way there, probably getting louder and louder along with Moira as the night's drinks begin to settle inside her.

Khorzik eyes the man suspiciously and glances around at the high quality surroundings. He checks his coin purse and frowns. "Greetings. I assume you are the proprietor of this establishment. My companion and I are in need of lodgings. It is late, and we are tired of wandering about this town looking for employment. We are not wealthy. Do you see any solution to this problem or do we resume our journey?"

Noting that his friend is once again over explaining a situation he decides to help. Kal looks up at the charismatic proprietor, "We can work for lodging." His tone is even an business like but not without a hint of persuasiveness.

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Lynn-Marie finds herself watching the two discuss with the host, eyebrow raised and a slight frown creasing her forehead. To her Gus seems like the type who can suss out trouble before it kicks off, but she wasn't one to be caught unawares regardless. Carefully she lays her pen down on the paper, freeing her hand to be ready to scoop everything up in a hurry and clear the room.

Moira

On their way back to the inn Moira begins to humm a light folksy tune. After a few bars she busts fully into song. 

There will come a soldier 
Who carries a mighty sword 
He will tear your city down 
O lei o lai o lord 
O lei o lai o lei o lord 
He will tear your city down 
O lei o lai o lord 

There will come a poet 
Whose weapon is his word 
He will slay you with his tongue 
O lei o lai o lord 
O lei o lai o lei o lord 
He will slay you with his tongue 
O lei o lai o lord 

There will come a ruler 
Whose brow is laid in thorn 
Smeared with oil like David’s boy 
O lei o lai o lord 
O lei o lai o lei o lord 
Smeared with oil like David’s boy 
O lei o lai o lord
 O lei o lai o lei o lord 
He will tear your city down 
O lei o lai o"

There will come a snake
who has legs
but they'll call it a lizard
o Lei o Lai o Lord

Gus smiled at the two men in a way that made it impossible to read him. "Well let's see if we can make a suitable arrangement shall we, darlings? If you have 5 silver between the two of you, that will be enough to cover the cost of a lovely room you two can share. I'll even cover the cost of that cup of coffee since you're being so charming." Somehow he managed to seem quite soothing despite his outrageous style, though it was hard to tell if he was really offering a good deal or taking advantage of the situation somehow. Possibly the truth was a combination of the two. "As for work, ..."

Before he could continue with that thought, the doors to the Inn burst open, and a trio of women half walk, half dragged themselves across the threshold and into the inn. They were laughing and chatting about loudly, clearly enjoying their night thus far. The group consisted of two humans and a tiefling. One of the humans, the shortest of the trio, had bright blue eyes and jet black hair which had been shaved extremely short on the sides of her head. She looked like she had recently gone through a hell of a fight, with bruises and cuts everywhere, yet seemed completely happy with her current state. The other taller human had bright red colored hair and nicely custom crafted leather armor, she also had a few bumps and scrapes but not nearly as much as her companion. Oddly, she also had a small red panda sitting on her shoulder looking around curiously while ignoring the antics of the rest of the group. Between then the tiefling with deep red skin and long brown hair held herself up by the helpful shoulders of her friends, out of all three she was clearly the most inebriated. They strode in with the exact opposite of subtlety making it practically impossible for anyone in the inn's lobby not to notice their entrance.

"Ah! What luck!" Gus says with a satisfied smirk on his face before leaning down closer to Khorzik and Kal'duros, "Apparently those ladies and their friends just recently received what should be quite a lucrative job, or at least a very interesting one. You may wish to speak with them about it and see if that is something you might be interested in. Now if you lovely desserts will pardon me, I'll go see about preparing a room for you. Should you decide to take me up on the offer just come see me for your keys."

 Lynn-Marie cannot help but grin at the three women as they barge in. It wasn't uncommon for people that did not manage to get an invitation to get piss-drunk stupid a night before a grand festivity. Nonetheless, the three seem to be enjoying themselves, although Lynn-Marie is acutely aware that she's sitting at a table with multiple bottles of expensive liquor, so this most definitely spelled the end of her personal tasting party. Without hurrying, but also not wasting any time, she starts placing the bottles in her backpack one by one, doing her best to keep them from clinking together and drawing attention to herself.

As Nemeia enters the finest establishment in all the lands, a loud rustling can be heard from upstairs. The thuds and pattern of steps would remind those familiar with the gates of animals of the sound of a panther or bobcat but much heavier. Leaping down the stairs, the source of the noise was soon visible as the large cat's eyes caught sight of Nemeia. The shine off the steel exterior of the creature sparkled in the candlelight as it pounced at Nemeia.

"Oh hi," Nemeia tries to say but the creature pins her back onto the ground. It's clear the cat affectionately known as Cali was concerned of her well being as Nemeia had looked rather weak in the knees. "I'm okay. I didn't even do anything," she says to the cat. Almost as quickly as the large mechanical cat appeared, it loses interest and retreats back upstairs to the room. Nemeia scratched at the back of her head wondering what sort of repairs she was going to have to make to the Unicorn to make up for the fuss.

Rising to her feet, she takes in the beauty of her temporary home. A sense of relief washes over her as she looks to see all gathered in the room. When she sees 9 she smiles. "You made it out of the pit!," she says with glee.

Moira

The red panda jumps off of the redheaded human's shoulder and runs off after the mechanical cat. "Rusty play nice! GUS!! Sing with us! 

Look how the light of the town
The lights of the town are shining now"

Sora grins happily as they saunter, completely sauced, into the inn, singing along loudly enough to make it obvious that singing is not one of her talents. Once she sees Nemeia's pet running for her owner, Sora decides to take a step to the side, rather then get hit by the worried mass of steel and gears. She does take a moment, once Cali and Nemeia have settled on the ground, to give the big metallic artificer construct a big hug. "Oooh Cali! Who's a Good Girl! You're so nice worrying about your master like that."

After Cali walks away satisfied Sora looks around and notices the new faces, likely other tenants of the inn. Only vaguely aware of how belligerent they might appear she simply smiles back at everyone watching them, "Hey everyone! Hope you all are having as good a night as we are."

Noticing Sora direct her attention at the others, Nemeia asks, "Are you staying in our room too???"

Ah ****, they are so drunk. Shit.

9 looks at Gus with a sorry look and attempts to guide the ladies up the stairs. “Alright, you had a night. Let’s go up and see what nice things Witt is doing there”, she almost felt bad for the Halfling, or for what is about to happen upstairs if they indeed do climb up. She feebly pushes them up and hastens them upstairs, muttering about tomorrow all the while.