The other eyes the dwarf’s gleaming axe, but speak to all three, “We will have to take your weapons, you understand.” He opens his satchel and gestures an open hand to receive the arms.
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Daffaflelooks at the grave and can’t read the name, but she does make out ‘Beloved student of t_h _rys_al Arcanum’.
Alysalooks over her blessings and looks pleased until her eyes rest on the clearly desecrated grave.
“I am not surprised to see that grave untouched. As you can see, Pelor has kept even the gravestones from eroding on the sands of time. But this one… All we know is that he was still a student at the Crystal Arcanum. Very young, but clearly misguided…”Alysabows her head with an open palm held out; the gesture of Pelor.
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Daffafleis aware of the world enough to know the Crystal Arcanum is the official place to learn the ways of arcane magic. It is the place that known to teach those gifted with spells, and those gifted with how to study spells. It is situated in Faladrest, the City of Five Rings, which is in the elven lands of Daoin'arûn on the western coast of the continent.
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The guards take Bart's and Wulcrath's weapons and they slide into the bag with ease.
The same happens with Khazan's weapons. When they see what he does with the Greataxe, the mutually roll their eyes and sigh.
The guard without the satchel attempts to wedge it free...
Strength: 5
With a might heave, he gives it a good try. With gritted and a veiny neck, it's a fair attempt, but the guard is bested and he huffs, "Yeah, sure, whatever, leave it there... Follow us."
The two guards proceed through the gate, gesturing for you all to follow.
The walk is short and pleasant leading into the large farm house of Lady Melyne. Two further guards stood firm at the double-door entrance of the house, nodding to the others as they lead the party through.
They are welcomed by a warming home. While not extravagant like the alleged noble homes of the human capital, it is well-decorated with paintings on the walls, fine furnishings and wooden flooring with an excellent finish. You are led through a hallway with ticking grandfather clock of dark wood and a wide set of stairs, through an ample dining room, a bowl large apples, pears, lemons, oranges and smaller bowl of strawberries upon a fine long dining table with many matching chairs.
A firm knock on the door from the guard as responded by a question. The guard responds, "The heroes who saved the townsfolk have come to see you, ma'am." A quieter response of approval is heard.
The guard leads you through, and you see Valyss von Dis standing by the book collection of the study, arms folded with a hand resting on her chin. Fine, dark green velvet coat with a matching grey scarf with a pin in middle. Her dark, thin-plaited hair is looped and tied into a bun at the top. A large patch of it greying at the front.
Lady Melyne sits on a chair by a small table with a piece of pie and steaming beverage upon it. Sitting by the window, her gemmed earrings catch the light as her simple sleeved gown falls off her slim frame almost perfectly. A look of concern looks wrong against the dazzling day the window she sits by reveals and the exquisite house she sits in.
"Aah. And so here are the heroes. Quite the mix, indeed."Valyssturns to talk a look at the party with a curious look and smiles before looking to the guard gesturing them to leave. "While I am sure the lady has a fine reward for your heroic actions, the timing of it all could not be much more unfortunate. Isn't that right, Alita?"Valyssturns to the lady, who still holds a face of worry.
Lady Alita Melyne sighs, "What is worse, there is a part of me wants to laugh. Firstly, heroes you have my thanks. Is there something urgent that requires my attention? Otherwise it may have to wait, and I am happy to supply lodging until I am able to provide my full attention."
"Put bluntly, it is none of your concern."Melyne's sips her drink after another sigh, "While I do appreciate your actions on protecting my people, I am quite certain your services to not extend to assisting with someone's reputation."
She continues, "But as I said, please feel free to stay for a day or two, once the talks can come to an end I have give the praise you deserve."
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Daffafle, from what you do know of the Crystal Arcanum is that necromancy is not studied or practised there and is enough of an offence to get a student or tutor expelled.
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Bart looks at Khazan and tries to make a subtle gesture of cutting off his beard. “My friend is tactless, Lady Mylene. Please forgive him. We would be honored to stay here for a day or two, but please: we are restless types who take pleasure in work outside the usual. If there is anything at all that we could help you with, we are at your disposal.” Bart gives a bow.
“Strange that a student of the Crystal Arcanum would choose to study necromancy...” Daffafle taps her chin. “How long ago did this individual die? Would he have been in contact with Melyne’s daughter?” With a sudden thought, she glanced down at the grave once more. “Are we sure his body is still at rest here?”
“Lady, we’ve... received word from a source beyond simple gossip that necromancy still exists in town. We know nothing about who or how, but common gossip brought up the matter of your daughter. We are not the type to take such idle talk as irrefutable truth. Perhaps you can tell us what really happened so that we can continue our search?”
Alysafrowns at the hafling, "Not one would choose to study necromancy at the Crystal Arcanum, even if they could."
The priestess then turns to to gravestone, "This grave has been here and eroded all the while I have, and that is going back quite a few decades." Her eyes widen at the thought, "Daffafle, what a horrific thought... I have two shovels if you think it is a good idea..."
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Lady Melyne gently stands and here eyes narrow at the dwarf and half-elf. Her breaths. She pays no mind the dragonborn seeking Valyss's attention.
"I am only sharing this as I simply cannot look after my people and look for my daughter at the same time. Follow me, we go to her room." Melyne leaves the room with emotion in her step.
Upon seeing the wanted poster, Valyss von Dis snatches it from the dragonborn. "That little..." Remembering herself, composure barely retunrs, "I have this to the man who went by the name Gorr. Was he not with you? Did you find this man? Was he not with the prisoners?"
Bart follows, and winks at Khazan, before in a super quiet mocking dwarf voice “‘let me axe you a question’, ‘my stubby legs keep me from being polite,’ ‘my beard is full of soup.’” Always putting on a straight face if Lady Mylene looks.
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“Ah. Why, of course. We will escort you in.”
The other eyes the dwarf’s gleaming axe, but speak to all three, “We will have to take your weapons, you understand.” He opens his satchel and gestures an open hand to receive the arms.
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Daffafle looks at the grave and can’t read the name, but she does make out ‘Beloved student of t_h _rys_al Arcanum’.
Alysa looks over her blessings and looks pleased until her eyes rest on the clearly desecrated grave.
“I am not surprised to see that grave untouched. As you can see, Pelor has kept even the gravestones from eroding on the sands of time. But this one… All we know is that he was still a student at the Crystal Arcanum. Very young, but clearly misguided…” Alysa bows her head with an open palm held out; the gesture of Pelor.
Bart hands over his weapons.
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“What is the Crystal Arcanum?” Daffafle asks.
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Khazan looks at the guard with the satchel, then at his new handaxe and at the guard again.
He stares at him for a few seconds, not moving.
"Ach, fine."
He hands over his handaxes and plants firmly the greataxe into the ground.
"Doubt it'll fit in there."
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"I see..."
Wulcrath gathers his weapons and gives them to the guards. Lingering on his Sheild a bit before handing that over as well.
"That's all of them."
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The guards take Bart's and Wulcrath's weapons and they slide into the bag with ease.
The same happens with Khazan's weapons. When they see what he does with the Greataxe, the mutually roll their eyes and sigh.
The guard without the satchel attempts to wedge it free...
Strength: 5
With a might heave, he gives it a good try. With gritted and a veiny neck, it's a fair attempt, but the guard is bested and he huffs, "Yeah, sure, whatever, leave it there... Follow us."
The two guards proceed through the gate, gesturing for you all to follow.
Bart keeps an eye out on what sorts of things they pass. Anything that might clue someone in on her character.
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Khazan follows Bart and the guards, grinning to himself
Wulcrath follows the guards as well taking in his surroundings as he goes.
The walk is short and pleasant leading into the large farm house of Lady Melyne. Two further guards stood firm at the double-door entrance of the house, nodding to the others as they lead the party through.
They are welcomed by a warming home. While not extravagant like the alleged noble homes of the human capital, it is well-decorated with paintings on the walls, fine furnishings and wooden flooring with an excellent finish. You are led through a hallway with ticking grandfather clock of dark wood and a wide set of stairs, through an ample dining room, a bowl large apples, pears, lemons, oranges and smaller bowl of strawberries upon a fine long dining table with many matching chairs.
A firm knock on the door from the guard as responded by a question. The guard responds, "The heroes who saved the townsfolk have come to see you, ma'am." A quieter response of approval is heard.
The guard leads you through, and you see Valyss von Dis standing by the book collection of the study, arms folded with a hand resting on her chin. Fine, dark green velvet coat with a matching grey scarf with a pin in middle. Her dark, thin-plaited hair is looped and tied into a bun at the top. A large patch of it greying at the front.
Lady Melyne sits on a chair by a small table with a piece of pie and steaming beverage upon it. Sitting by the window, her gemmed earrings catch the light as her simple sleeved gown falls off her slim frame almost perfectly. A look of concern looks wrong against the dazzling day the window she sits by reveals and the exquisite house she sits in.
"Aah. And so here are the heroes. Quite the mix, indeed." Valyss turns to talk a look at the party with a curious look and smiles before looking to the guard gesturing them to leave. "While I am sure the lady has a fine reward for your heroic actions, the timing of it all could not be much more unfortunate. Isn't that right, Alita?" Valyss turns to the lady, who still holds a face of worry.
Lady Alita Melyne sighs, "What is worse, there is a part of me wants to laugh. Firstly, heroes you have my thanks. Is there something urgent that requires my attention? Otherwise it may have to wait, and I am happy to supply lodging until I am able to provide my full attention."
Wulcrath ponders aloud after he hears the guard's musings.
"Unfortunate? What seems to be the problem Lady Melyne?"
"Put bluntly, it is none of your concern." Melyne's sips her drink after another sigh, "While I do appreciate your actions on protecting my people, I am quite certain your services to not extend to assisting with someone's reputation."
She continues, "But as I said, please feel free to stay for a day or two, once the talks can come to an end I have give the praise you deserve."
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"Must be that daughter of hers. Whole village talks 'bout it. Word is they want you off the council 'cause of her."
says Khazan nonchalantly, arm crossed and looking at Lady Mylene
"And she's also the cause of our presence. "
Bart looks at Khazan and tries to make a subtle gesture of cutting off his beard. “My friend is tactless, Lady Mylene. Please forgive him. We would be honored to stay here for a day or two, but please: we are restless types who take pleasure in work outside the usual. If there is anything at all that we could help you with, we are at your disposal.” Bart gives a bow.
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"Of course; you stayed in the inn... Who wouldn't indulge with gossip there?" Valyss muses aloud.
"What business do you have that involves my daughter," Melyne puts the plate of pie and fork down, her brow deepens.
“Strange that a student of the Crystal Arcanum would choose to study necromancy...” Daffafle taps her chin. “How long ago did this individual die? Would he have been in contact with Melyne’s daughter?” With a sudden thought, she glanced down at the grave once more. “Are we sure his body is still at rest here?”
“Lady, we’ve... received word from a source beyond simple gossip that necromancy still exists in town. We know nothing about who or how, but common gossip brought up the matter of your daughter. We are not the type to take such idle talk as irrefutable truth. Perhaps you can tell us what really happened so that we can continue our search?”
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"Well in that case." "Could you help me personally with something?"
Wulcrath plunges his hand into his pocket and takes out the wanted posted, unfolding it as he shows it to her.
"I was hoping for a bit more information on this,"
Alysa frowns at the hafling, "Not one would choose to study necromancy at the Crystal Arcanum, even if they could."
The priestess then turns to to gravestone, "This grave has been here and eroded all the while I have, and that is going back quite a few decades." Her eyes widen at the thought, "Daffafle, what a horrific thought... I have two shovels if you think it is a good idea..."
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Lady Melyne gently stands and here eyes narrow at the dwarf and half-elf. Her breaths. She pays no mind the dragonborn seeking Valyss's attention.
"I am only sharing this as I simply cannot look after my people and look for my daughter at the same time. Follow me, we go to her room." Melyne leaves the room with emotion in her step.
Upon seeing the wanted poster, Valyss von Dis snatches it from the dragonborn. "That little..." Remembering herself, composure barely retunrs, "I have this to the man who went by the name Gorr. Was he not with you? Did you find this man? Was he not with the prisoners?"
(Good luck Wulcrath)
Bart follows, and winks at Khazan, before in a super quiet mocking dwarf voice “‘let me axe you a question’, ‘my stubby legs keep me from being polite,’ ‘my beard is full of soup.’” Always putting on a straight face if Lady Mylene looks.
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