Liadon's hand left hand immediately drops to the hilt of his dagger while he holds his right hand ahead of him, halting the stranger. He is on edge, knowing that if he's been set up, now would be the time to spring the trap. His mind races with thoughts - "Is it a guard? Why is it wearing a brass mask? I don't recall anyone dressed like this working for the city, but that might be a bad thing. Killing a stranger in a public market isn't the ideal situation, but it's certainly better than a Corvidae prison. If it is a guard & I kill him, I won't see the morning. Maybe I could knock it unconscious. Probably not with that much brass protecting it. Plus they look heavy will all that brass, there's no way I could drag it into an ally unnoticed. My escape routes are still too far, I wasn't expecting to get stopped just outside the door. Should I go back in the shop & out the back? Did the orc woman signal it? Do I have time to kill her on the way?"
All of this rushes through his mind as his adrenaline surges. He takes one quick look over the stranger in the mask, trying to determine from its body language if they are a threat. {Liadon Insight: 8}
"Very well." Leshanna says with a nod, glancing over to Azorha at the mention of an artifact the woman had tried to steel.
As the topic of a place to stay comes up, Leshanna would nod. "Seems like a good plan." She turns back to the road forward. "Let us see about that inn, and keep Azorha here safe for the night." She gives a come-along gesture to the others. "Then we can go and find this meeting place and see what reward we may or may not have earned as of yet."
"Very well." Leshanna says with a nod, glancing over to Azorha at the mention of an artifact the woman had tried to steel.
As the topic of a place to stay comes up, Leshanna would nod. "Seems like a good plan." She turns back to the road forward. "Let us see about that inn, and keep Azorha here safe for the night." She gives a come-along gesture to the others. "Then we can go and find this meeting place and see what reward we may or may not have earned as of yet."
Dordis gestures for Zacharias, and with some tensity, he waves at Azorha to follow Leshanna as well. Now looking at the caretaker, Dordis takes the green-leather notebook and waits to begin writing as he asks. " Incase my companions and I are to be lost, can you aid in providing a rough map? I can sketch out the rest with familiar ease." Dordis begins writing if the caretaker accepts to help them.
Afterwards, rushing towards Leshanna while pocketing the notebook and quill, he breathes before speaking in a quiet tone, enough to silence his voice from anyone farther than 5feet away, saying to Leshanna in a down-voiced expression. "I see and know that you are competent in battle and investigation as well, I think, but either way, I would prefer that you, Zacharias-" Dordis gestures to the human with divine features and wings, "and I to have an open discussion of what to do next after this is over, and I have a job I am willing to let my father, a well-known scholar and mage, pay if need be." Dordis looks back to the rest of them in his normal facial features and expression while his straight-brown hair often tangles when wind blows against it, so he has begun to let it flow freely away from his face if it blocks his vision.
Ulrich leans on the deathclaw, his head swimming a little. He nods at the words of the head cleric. "Yes. I am glad to be found of worth. Do you have further need of me? I would like to return to my room."
((he stay so long as she wishes to talk. if she lets him go, he'll go back to his room, write down his visions and what he knows about the deathclaw in own personal shorthand and lie down.))
Iam, the brass man, is taken aback by the sudden stop hand gesture, and suddenly leans back away from the blue haired man. No flesh is visible on Iam, nor is any fabric other than his white tabard. A leather pack stuffed and seemingly growing various tools onto the outside between coils of rope, as well as leather belts holding pouches, a short sword, a mace, and even some small tools, picks, files, awls cover the body. A plain shield along with a spear pointing up is on the left arm and in the left hand, obviously not readied for use. The brass is not just on his face but sections of his head, body, arms, and legs. Around the brass and looking as if emerged with it are scales and plates of steel.
Oddly though noisy and jangling as he leas back, the sound is more muted than it should be. None of the metal seems to be hanging, tied or buckled on as none of it swings in reaction to the sudden movement back, unlike the tools and tunic. In fact on close examination the figure might not be breathing, at least not at a normal rate.
He raises his right hand a little above his waist more to counterbalance the sudden move tha anything else, as his right foot drops back half a step. "I apologize for myself. I was not intent on entering your personal space. I attempting to inquire if you know where the temple District is. And no. That's not a joke as some have seemingly believed." the mellow voice comes from beyond the mask with obvious emotion of surprise and wonderment as to why the temple District would be a joke.
Iam stands a little over six feet and it is obvious weighs several hundred pounds. He is currently being completely honest but just in case it is relevant.
Chloro hills "I-i-it- its just empty" Nae looks at the box in her hands for a moment. She then turns, walks to the sleeping body of the dragon and attempts to shake him awake. "Its empty, it did not matter. This conflict was pointless... I'm sorry if i harmed you." Nae sits on the ground and buries her head into her knees. Her body shakes. "I just want my mother back...I felt so close..." Nae cries
From his body language, Liadon determines it is not a threat (at least not yet). He looks it over again, looking for any signs of its race but can't seem to find any. This creature towers over Liadon by well over a foot, and if it can carry all of this brass and equipment it can certainly crush him without breaking a sweat. Though his mind is telling him to ignore the brass-clad person in front of him, his curiosity gets the better of him. Taking stock of all it's carrying, Liadon still cannot deduce who or what it is by the myriad of tools. He peers into the eyelets in its helmet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the being inside. For a startling moment, Liadon thinks there is nobody in the armor, but that can't be possible. Right?
Liadon speaks back, trying to sound friendly and aloof, "Sorry, you just startled me. It's not every day I'm surprised by a brass mountain asking for directions. Suffice it to say, I cannot assist in your search. Not being one who dabbles in religion, I do not have a clue where the Temple District resides. How can you possibly carry all that weight? Are you a guard or armorer maybe, or even one-man army?"
Zacharias (who doesn't have wings — he just flies now) nods at Dordis after his invitation to join them at the inn, but looks to be in no hurry to finish his conversation with the Caretaker.
The pin points of whitish blue lights that are Iam's eyes brighten with delight that this fellow did not take offense. "I am a sentient construct. I have registration papers here certifying myself legally as such. I call myself Iam ((Ee umm)). Don't bother disseminating so as to not to give myself your own name. I have noticed folks here go to extremes not to name themselves or reveal their own names. A great deal of myself's weight is myself, which like most creatures, is usually not a burden."
Iam leans on his spear looking around a bit to make sure he isn't in anyone's way. "Thank you for your honesty, I will find the district eventually." Iam waits to see if there is any more this man with fancy clothes and blue hair wants to talk about.
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Battalion) | Road to Cordivae
As outer Corvidae comes into view, Jogs contemplates Grr's words once again; she'd gone silent after he spoke. She clutches his shoulder. "I hope I don't need to protect you from yourself, Grr. You've been a great help, maybe a friend even, but," she shakes her head and points a thumb at herself, "I can't follow where you're going. Good luck. What road do you follow next?"
"Whatever Gods may exist, they are certainly working in my favor," Liadon thinks as Iam mentions his registration papers. "I can use his as a template and avoid stealing them from Merlara's safe. Besides, this thing interests me. I wonder what it meant by sentient construct?"
Liadon waves off Iam's suggestion, interjecting in a friendly tone, "Nonsense! I certainly have the time to assist you in finding the district. I am pleased to meet you Iam; my name is Liadon. Let us walk together while we converse."
As Liadon pivots to face the opposite direction, he places a hand on Iam's elbow, urging him forward. He turns his head to Iam as he speaks, leaning slightly to give the appearance of singular attentiveness, "You certainly have an interesting manner of speaking, it's very cordial. Are you, perhaps, of a royal lineage?"
Liadon starts walking toward the Temple District. At the end of the block he asks a guard for directions. Even though he knows the way, Liadon diverts them intentionally from the directions the guard gave them so he can work his charm and learn more from Iam.
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Corvidae- Market District.
Iam allows Liadon to take his elbow and escort him towards the end of the street and beyond. He laughs when asked of his lineage. "No, no. Constructs are built creations of master artisans, we have no lineages. . . Well, we do not yet. The fact that myself's creator, was able to give myself sentience, and from the facts I have been able to uncover, was his intent would have made him a paragon of his craft. Alas, he also took great pains to insure I did not know his name or mine own. Thus myself's manner of speech is in part because i have not decided on certain aspects of whom i am and in part to convey as much truth as I am able."
Iam will converse casually as they walk. While the Caretaker ((guard)) gives instructions to the temple district Iam listens closely, but continues with Liadon even when it varies from the instructions. "Are you from here, Liadon, or did you come for the fair?"
Liadon is sincerely fascinated by Iam and his account of his race. Never having formal schooling, liadon had never heard of constructs or Warforged. He was groomed to connive, to scam, to coerce; any questions toward him were redirected or answered vaguely to avoid exposing himself. Yet, he finds himself answering Iam's questions quickly & directly so they can both ask another. {OOC: I'll PM you some questions to fill the gap in time & distance}
Almost by accident, and to Liadon's displeasure, they finally make it to the Temple District. They have added a miles couple and an extra hour to the journey going the wrong directions. Liadon loathes religion, so he'd rather avoid staying in the district, but he isn't satisfied with leaving Iam yet.
"Where in the city are you staying? I have a lovely Villa shared with my betrothed that you'll certainly enjoy. Could we meet again tomorrow?" There is an unintentional yearning in his voice he tries to hide.
"Of course we can meet on tomorrow. I have no idea where I might be staying, as I do not require much rest. I did get an offer for work from the Northern Reconstruction Effort, they have a tent. I will probably go there and spend the night working on something." Iam replies having enjoyed the tour of the market District of the city. His voice is light as he has been enveloped in the conversation.
Used to work for the city guard as a undercover agent, spying on criminals, living among them. However, bit by bit, he found out that many of those criminals are actually good, kind people, doing what they can to survive and provide to their families in a harsh society. Done with his job, and not knowing where to find a different kind of life, he's now lives the life of an adventure chaser.
The Cord is much too far down to reach, whatever it is, it seems to be pulsing with the same glowing energy coming from the glowing core of that statue. You bet if you found the end of that cord, you could attatch it to somewhere on the pillar, maybe the energy will flow from one to the other, like some kind of pipe.
You head back up to the power room, and yank the armor free, pulling out a skeletal hand. Something startles you slightly when you pull it out, sending a light chill down your spine...you could have sworn you heard the hand rattle when you pull it out. Once it is pulled free, the armor immediately falls over. You see a light spark from it, and suddenly it begins chanting in a slightly staticy voice. "At the end is doom, doom must end, if there is no doom, there is only doom..." on repeat. Rattle climbs up when you call him. "Good, the sooner the better, I feel like we've been down here for days." The chanting stops, and you hear the staic voice from armor say. "Who is there, where are you? Where am I? I can hear and speak, but nothing else. What's going on?" Your mending spell slowly seems to be doing the trick, it will take a few more casts.
Chloro Hill:
Xamodas: You hear MOTHER say..."Wrath...that is a feeling. It clouds judgement...makes us act on impulse...like I had sent you in my wrath, and your wrath clouds on your judgement now. I had not wanted you to protect either of those who you had faced...I wanted you to protect the body in the box..."
the voice begins to fade... "But...there was no body...if she is not there...then..." You are re-awoken by the drow who is weeping, and suddenlt begins to speak somthing else.
Nae: You feel a your patron impart it's feeling's within you, confusion, the deep, deep sudden punch of confusion...then anger, burning, bruning anger...then anger...gleeful, gleeful anger. Your mouth speaks
"No...this is no time to despair! This is the greatest of things, Nae. You don't understand it, but I do! The dead princess...she lives! He has hidden her from me, but I know where to find here, you will retrieve her for me! I know the only place he could ever hide her was right in plain sight...yes, of course, the highest tower of Corvidae castle, ever so slightly out of reach, of course, of course! I saw her die, Nae, I saw her buried, but she MUST live, I can feel it!" You see now, the hollow tree here is no longer hollow, full of the greenest leaves, and alive as can be. "Do, whatever you can to reach her, no matter what stands in your path, free her from that dark prison. She is the lock and the key! She is the lock and the key!" You chant, before you suddenly feel the power burst from you, flowers growing at your feet, and butterflies swarming around you, all dissapating at once, and a wave of exhaustion flows over you. You hear one last whisper from a butterfly, only to you. "Bring her to me, when the time comes. The time to come soon...the time of nature's reign...Spring comes at winter's end."
Resolve
Voldred: "I'm looking for someone, not someone here, mind you, that I have been hearing about around town. I was hoping someone would be willing to help me find him, however, I must warn, this job is dangerous, and this is no ordinary quarry. This is more of a personal task...however, if your looking for something more with the Rosebush nature of things, I can help you with that too."
Wagon Park:
The Caretaker tells Zacharias"Oh, that sounds wonderful, you must feel very honoured to hold the tile. I've heard quite a few stories, and've told even more, that's definately one that warms my heart to hear. Not all stories about becoming an aspect have happy origins, as you might've noticed" she says glancing at the body of the Warlock. "It can be a pathway to many abilities some would consider to be...unnatural. The pantheons, especially recently, have been in a thick mess recently, and when they like to disupute with each other, they have little regard for mortal affairs beyond their followers. It's good to know there's one around who is concerned with helping people rather than any sort of divine heirarchy, and let me tell you, lot's of people need help around here, that's for sure."
The Caretaker pipes up, she seems very good and having multiple conversations. "Yes, the Crow Bar is a good cheap dive, the Wrightway Inn is also inside the city, if your okay with a bit of a price bump. A missing person, you say?" There's a strange look over her face when you say that. "Well...you know, Corvidae has pretty strict laws, and a very...efficient process, but their home nation is notified if that happens. You should ask another Caretaker, they might be able to find this person, if you give a proper description." Your mind drifts to your father...maybe his attitude had something to do with his work there...the rules they had were always very strict, you heard, very easy to misbehave and get expelled, but a small price to pay for an almost entirely free education.
Ah, a map...well, okay so.. There the outside fairground...then when you head inside the gates, that's the market and buisness district right inside...then if you head right, there's the temple sector and if you head left, the fields of down are their where we are preparing for other fesitivities. Straight ahead is the garden sector, follow the markets main street around you'll reach residential areas, straight from there is the castle district, and then, well, the castle. This is only when you are looking at the castle, of course, the bluff the castle is built on is pointed northwest, and everythings just sort of built down from a point from there...that way, all the water flows downhill....ah sorry, I'm just reciting geography now, aren't I?"
Temple District - Faksimile:
Ulrich: The head cleric teels you to use this power wisely, and to not tell the other members of the clergy, they must only know when they are ready.
You head to bed, writing down everything that happened. You go to sleep, and hope you don't have any dreams. You've been told, or perhaps read in a scripture somewhere, that seeing someone in a dream means you are seeing their ghost. You focus more on the physical decay, so your nights, especially at the parsonage here, are normally uneventful; normally, you doreceive visions, omens, divinations from time to time, but some, you've been told, are meaningless, and merely tests to shake you. Tonight, it's the one with the skeletons again, although, it is a bit strange; You always thought you dreamed in black and white, although as of recent, that seems to be changing, occasionally, a prismatic burst emanates from one or more of the bones every so often, causing them to rattle.
For whatever reason, all of the bones begins to fall and clatter everywhere, and then you wake up lopsided and on the floor. You've been told that waking is a burden you shed when you reach a higher position here, either never sleeping, or never waking; If the ghosts of dead truly do wander dreams, then someone must be there to guide them. In any case, you are awake now, perhaps some tea, you find yourself craving, they have earl grey in the kitchen, becuase of course they do, grey is sort of their thing. No, that's right...the Archbishop has a task for you, doesn't she, best get on that and, in any case, maybe she'll have some prepared when you get there.
Road to Corvidae ->Corvidae Fairgrounds:
Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battalion): Grr points to the west, saying. "To the west, Death's castle in the fog. She soon know me. If sucessful, will return." He pats his chest. "Thank you. Stronger now. No forget, we meet again. Promise" he smiles.
Blackport:
Tsahil Lanér: As you sit on the docks, legs swaying over the waters, you clutch the golden feather pin in your hands. You've thought more than once to chuck it old thing, but haven't worked up the courage to do it. It may not be magical anymore, but as long as you have it, you'll still could be one of them, maybe that's good, maybe that's bad. You saw what you saw, what they do to people who don't accept their offers of what they called mercy. It's behind you now, but like the tower that looms, you doubt you can truly escape it, although the sound of waves is doing the best it can. What do you do?
Ulrich sets himself to right and travels to go see the Archbishop. There was a moment of self discussion, on whether or not to take the deathclaw. It feels not right to leave it, though he is cautious about the questions that will be raised by his suddenly having a quarterstaff. In the end he takes it with him.
He asks for the Archbishop and stands off to the side, prepared to wait. He only half focuses on the comings and goings around him, thinking back on the ritual of the previous day.
After a long breath, Tsahil puts the golden feather back on his pocket. "If nothing else, this should remind me of where I come from", he whispers to himself, while getting up.
"Well, before I leave this damn city, I should check if Dina and the kids are alright", he thinks, worried with the family he swore to protect after Dina's husband and his best friend, Karl, was killed after what he is sure was his fault.
Voldred takes out his dagger and starts to play with it.
"Looking for someone? Interesting. As much as I enjoy unusual prey, I just arrived in this town. How am I supposed to find someone you couldn't? And frankly I don't think it's worth the risk for me. Give me a description of the guy, if I happen to encounter him I'll see what I can do, but aside from that I would like a more conventional job. At least for now."
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Corvidae Market
Liadon's hand left hand immediately drops to the hilt of his dagger while he holds his right hand ahead of him, halting the stranger. He is on edge, knowing that if he's been set up, now would be the time to spring the trap. His mind races with thoughts - "Is it a guard? Why is it wearing a brass mask? I don't recall anyone dressed like this working for the city, but that might be a bad thing. Killing a stranger in a public market isn't the ideal situation, but it's certainly better than a Corvidae prison. If it is a guard & I kill him, I won't see the morning. Maybe I could knock it unconscious. Probably not with that much brass protecting it. Plus they look heavy will all that brass, there's no way I could drag it into an ally unnoticed. My escape routes are still too far, I wasn't expecting to get stopped just outside the door. Should I go back in the shop & out the back? Did the orc woman signal it? Do I have time to kill her on the way?"
All of this rushes through his mind as his adrenaline surges. He takes one quick look over the stranger in the mask, trying to determine from its body language if they are a threat. {Liadon Insight: 8}
Wagon park — Azorha, Dordis, Leshanna & Zacharias
"Very well." Leshanna says with a nod, glancing over to Azorha at the mention of an artifact the woman had tried to steel.
As the topic of a place to stay comes up, Leshanna would nod. "Seems like a good plan." She turns back to the road forward. "Let us see about that inn, and keep Azorha here safe for the night." She gives a come-along gesture to the others. "Then we can go and find this meeting place and see what reward we may or may not have earned as of yet."
Wagon park — Leshanna's reply
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis gestures for Zacharias, and with some tensity, he waves at Azorha to follow Leshanna as well. Now looking at the caretaker, Dordis takes the green-leather notebook and waits to begin writing as he asks. " Incase my companions and I are to be lost, can you aid in providing a rough map? I can sketch out the rest with familiar ease." Dordis begins writing if the caretaker accepts to help them.
Afterwards, rushing towards Leshanna while pocketing the notebook and quill, he breathes before speaking in a quiet tone, enough to silence his voice from anyone farther than 5feet away, saying to Leshanna in a down-voiced expression. "I see and know that you are competent in battle and investigation as well, I think, but either way, I would prefer that you, Zacharias-" Dordis gestures to the human with divine features and wings, "and I to have an open discussion of what to do next after this is over, and I have a job I am willing to let my father, a well-known scholar and mage, pay if need be." Dordis looks back to the rest of them in his normal facial features and expression while his straight-brown hair often tangles when wind blows against it, so he has begun to let it flow freely away from his face if it blocks his vision.
Faksimile - Temple District
Ulrich leans on the deathclaw, his head swimming a little. He nods at the words of the head cleric. "Yes. I am glad to be found of worth. Do you have further need of me? I would like to return to my room."
((he stay so long as she wishes to talk. if she lets him go, he'll go back to his room, write down his visions and what he knows about the deathclaw in own personal shorthand and lie down.))
Corvidae- Market District, Liadon
Iam, the brass man, is taken aback by the sudden stop hand gesture, and suddenly leans back away from the blue haired man. No flesh is visible on Iam, nor is any fabric other than his white tabard. A leather pack stuffed and seemingly growing various tools onto the outside between coils of rope, as well as leather belts holding pouches, a short sword, a mace, and even some small tools, picks, files, awls cover the body. A plain shield along with a spear pointing up is on the left arm and in the left hand, obviously not readied for use. The brass is not just on his face but sections of his head, body, arms, and legs. Around the brass and looking as if emerged with it are scales and plates of steel.
Oddly though noisy and jangling as he leas back, the sound is more muted than it should be. None of the metal seems to be hanging, tied or buckled on as none of it swings in reaction to the sudden movement back, unlike the tools and tunic. In fact on close examination the figure might not be breathing, at least not at a normal rate.
He raises his right hand a little above his waist more to counterbalance the sudden move tha anything else, as his right foot drops back half a step. "I apologize for myself. I was not intent on entering your personal space. I attempting to inquire if you know where the temple District is. And no. That's not a joke as some have seemingly believed." the mellow voice comes from beyond the mask with obvious emotion of surprise and wonderment as to why the temple District would be a joke.
Iam stands a little over six feet and it is obvious weighs several hundred pounds. He is currently being completely honest but just in case it is relevant.
Persuasion 8
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Chloro hills
"I-i-it- its just empty" Nae looks at the box in her hands for a moment.
She then turns, walks to the sleeping body of the dragon and attempts to shake him awake.
"Its empty, it did not matter. This conflict was pointless... I'm sorry if i harmed you."
Nae sits on the ground and buries her head into her knees. Her body shakes. "I just want my mother back...I felt so close..."
Nae cries
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Corvidae - Market District
From his body language, Liadon determines it is not a threat (at least not yet). He looks it over again, looking for any signs of its race but can't seem to find any. This creature towers over Liadon by well over a foot, and if it can carry all of this brass and equipment it can certainly crush him without breaking a sweat. Though his mind is telling him to ignore the brass-clad person in front of him, his curiosity gets the better of him. Taking stock of all it's carrying, Liadon still cannot deduce who or what it is by the myriad of tools. He peers into the eyelets in its helmet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the being inside. For a startling moment, Liadon thinks there is nobody in the armor, but that can't be possible. Right?
Liadon speaks back, trying to sound friendly and aloof, "Sorry, you just startled me. It's not every day I'm surprised by a brass mountain asking for directions. Suffice it to say, I cannot assist in your search. Not being one who dabbles in religion, I do not have a clue where the Temple District resides. How can you possibly carry all that weight? Are you a guard or armorer maybe, or even one-man army?"
Zacharias (who doesn't have wings — he just flies now) nods at Dordis after his invitation to join them at the inn, but looks to be in no hurry to finish his conversation with the Caretaker.
Corvidae- Market District
The pin points of whitish blue lights that are Iam's eyes brighten with delight that this fellow did not take offense. "I am a sentient construct. I have registration papers here certifying myself legally as such. I call myself Iam ((Ee umm)). Don't bother disseminating so as to not to give myself your own name. I have noticed folks here go to extremes not to name themselves or reveal their own names. A great deal of myself's weight is myself, which like most creatures, is usually not a burden."
Iam leans on his spear looking around a bit to make sure he isn't in anyone's way. "Thank you for your honesty, I will find the district eventually." Iam waits to see if there is any more this man with fancy clothes and blue hair wants to talk about.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Orina and Jogs (Bunny Battalion) | Road to Cordivae
As outer Corvidae comes into view, Jogs contemplates Grr's words once again; she'd gone silent after he spoke. She clutches his shoulder. "I hope I don't need to protect you from yourself, Grr. You've been a great help, maybe a friend even, but," she shakes her head and points a thumb at herself, "I can't follow where you're going. Good luck. What road do you follow next?"
Corvidae - Market District
"Whatever Gods may exist, they are certainly working in my favor," Liadon thinks as Iam mentions his registration papers. "I can use his as a template and avoid stealing them from Merlara's safe. Besides, this thing interests me. I wonder what it meant by sentient construct?"
Liadon waves off Iam's suggestion, interjecting in a friendly tone, "Nonsense! I certainly have the time to assist you in finding the district. I am pleased to meet you Iam; my name is Liadon. Let us walk together while we converse."
As Liadon pivots to face the opposite direction, he places a hand on Iam's elbow, urging him forward. He turns his head to Iam as he speaks, leaning slightly to give the appearance of singular attentiveness, "You certainly have an interesting manner of speaking, it's very cordial. Are you, perhaps, of a royal lineage?"
Liadon starts walking toward the Temple District. At the end of the block he asks a guard for directions. Even though he knows the way, Liadon diverts them intentionally from the directions the guard gave them so he can work his charm and learn more from Iam.
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Corvidae- Market District.
Iam allows Liadon to take his elbow and escort him towards the end of the street and beyond. He laughs when asked of his lineage. "No, no. Constructs are built creations of master artisans, we have no lineages. . . Well, we do not yet. The fact that myself's creator, was able to give myself sentience, and from the facts I have been able to uncover, was his intent would have made him a paragon of his craft. Alas, he also took great pains to insure I did not know his name or mine own. Thus myself's manner of speech is in part because i have not decided on certain aspects of whom i am and in part to convey as much truth as I am able."
Iam will converse casually as they walk. While the Caretaker ((guard)) gives instructions to the temple district Iam listens closely, but continues with Liadon even when it varies from the instructions. "Are you from here, Liadon, or did you come for the fair?"
Perception 21
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Corvidae - Temple District
Liadon is sincerely fascinated by Iam and his account of his race. Never having formal schooling, liadon had never heard of constructs or Warforged. He was groomed to connive, to scam, to coerce; any questions toward him were redirected or answered vaguely to avoid exposing himself. Yet, he finds himself answering Iam's questions quickly & directly so they can both ask another. {OOC: I'll PM you some questions to fill the gap in time & distance}
Almost by accident, and to Liadon's displeasure, they finally make it to the Temple District. They have added a miles couple and an extra hour to the journey going the wrong directions. Liadon loathes religion, so he'd rather avoid staying in the district, but he isn't satisfied with leaving Iam yet.
"Where in the city are you staying? I have a lovely Villa shared with my betrothed that you'll certainly enjoy. Could we meet again tomorrow?" There is an unintentional yearning in his voice he tries to hide.
Corvidae
"Of course we can meet on tomorrow. I have no idea where I might be staying, as I do not require much rest. I did get an offer for work from the Northern Reconstruction Effort, they have a tent. I will probably go there and spend the night working on something." Iam replies having enjoyed the tour of the market District of the city. His voice is light as he has been enveloped in the conversation.
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Tsahil Lanér | Wood Elf | Rogue | AC 14; HP 10
Starting point: Blackport
Short backstory:
Used to work for the city guard as a undercover agent, spying on criminals, living among them. However, bit by bit, he found out that many of those criminals are actually good, kind people, doing what they can to survive and provide to their families in a harsh society. Done with his job, and not knowing where to find a different kind of life, he's now lives the life of an adventure chaser.
The Vilemind:
The Cord is much too far down to reach, whatever it is, it seems to be pulsing with the same glowing energy coming from the glowing core of that statue. You bet if you found the end of that cord, you could attatch it to somewhere on the pillar, maybe the energy will flow from one to the other, like some kind of pipe.
You head back up to the power room, and yank the armor free, pulling out a skeletal hand. Something startles you slightly when you pull it out, sending a light chill down your spine...you could have sworn you heard the hand rattle when you pull it out. Once it is pulled free, the armor immediately falls over. You see a light spark from it, and suddenly it begins chanting in a slightly staticy voice. "At the end is doom, doom must end, if there is no doom, there is only doom..." on repeat. Rattle climbs up when you call him. "Good, the sooner the better, I feel like we've been down here for days." The chanting stops, and you hear the staic voice from armor say. "Who is there, where are you? Where am I? I can hear and speak, but nothing else. What's going on?" Your mending spell slowly seems to be doing the trick, it will take a few more casts.
Chloro Hill:
Xamodas: You hear MOTHER say..."Wrath...that is a feeling. It clouds judgement...makes us act on impulse...like I had sent you in my wrath, and your wrath clouds on your judgement now. I had not wanted you to protect either of those who you had faced...I wanted you to protect the body in the box..."
the voice begins to fade... "But...there was no body...if she is not there...then..." You are re-awoken by the drow who is weeping, and suddenlt begins to speak somthing else.
Nae: You feel a your patron impart it's feeling's within you, confusion, the deep, deep sudden punch of confusion...then anger, burning, bruning anger...then anger...gleeful, gleeful anger. Your mouth speaks
"No...this is no time to despair! This is the greatest of things, Nae. You don't understand it, but I do! The dead princess...she lives! He has hidden her from me, but I know where to find here, you will retrieve her for me! I know the only place he could ever hide her was right in plain sight...yes, of course, the highest tower of Corvidae castle, ever so slightly out of reach, of course, of course! I saw her die, Nae, I saw her buried, but she MUST live, I can feel it!" You see now, the hollow tree here is no longer hollow, full of the greenest leaves, and alive as can be. "Do, whatever you can to reach her, no matter what stands in your path, free her from that dark prison. She is the lock and the key! She is the lock and the key!" You chant, before you suddenly feel the power burst from you, flowers growing at your feet, and butterflies swarming around you, all dissapating at once, and a wave of exhaustion flows over you. You hear one last whisper from a butterfly, only to you. "Bring her to me, when the time comes. The time to come soon...the time of nature's reign...Spring comes at winter's end."
Resolve
Voldred: "I'm looking for someone, not someone here, mind you, that I have been hearing about around town. I was hoping someone would be willing to help me find him, however, I must warn, this job is dangerous, and this is no ordinary quarry. This is more of a personal task...however, if your looking for something more with the Rosebush nature of things, I can help you with that too."
Wagon Park:
The Caretaker tells Zacharias"Oh, that sounds wonderful, you must feel very honoured to hold the tile. I've heard quite a few stories, and've told even more, that's definately one that warms my heart to hear. Not all stories about becoming an aspect have happy origins, as you might've noticed" she says glancing at the body of the Warlock. "It can be a pathway to many abilities some would consider to be...unnatural. The pantheons, especially recently, have been in a thick mess recently, and when they like to disupute with each other, they have little regard for mortal affairs beyond their followers. It's good to know there's one around who is concerned with helping people rather than any sort of divine heirarchy, and let me tell you, lot's of people need help around here, that's for sure."
The Caretaker pipes up, she seems very good and having multiple conversations. "Yes, the Crow Bar is a good cheap dive, the Wrightway Inn is also inside the city, if your okay with a bit of a price bump. A missing person, you say?" There's a strange look over her face when you say that. "Well...you know, Corvidae has pretty strict laws, and a very...efficient process, but their home nation is notified if that happens. You should ask another Caretaker, they might be able to find this person, if you give a proper description." Your mind drifts to your father...maybe his attitude had something to do with his work there...the rules they had were always very strict, you heard, very easy to misbehave and get expelled, but a small price to pay for an almost entirely free education.
Ah, a map...well, okay so.. There the outside fairground...then when you head inside the gates, that's the market and buisness district right inside...then if you head right, there's the temple sector and if you head left, the fields of down are their where we are preparing for other fesitivities. Straight ahead is the garden sector, follow the markets main street around you'll reach residential areas, straight from there is the castle district, and then, well, the castle. This is only when you are looking at the castle, of course, the bluff the castle is built on is pointed northwest, and everythings just sort of built down from a point from there...that way, all the water flows downhill....ah sorry, I'm just reciting geography now, aren't I?"
Temple District - Faksimile:
Ulrich: The head cleric teels you to use this power wisely, and to not tell the other members of the clergy, they must only know when they are ready.
You head to bed, writing down everything that happened. You go to sleep, and hope you don't have any dreams. You've been told, or perhaps read in a scripture somewhere, that seeing someone in a dream means you are seeing their ghost. You focus more on the physical decay, so your nights, especially at the parsonage here, are normally uneventful; normally, you doreceive visions, omens, divinations from time to time, but some, you've been told, are meaningless, and merely tests to shake you. Tonight, it's the one with the skeletons again, although, it is a bit strange; You always thought you dreamed in black and white, although as of recent, that seems to be changing, occasionally, a prismatic burst emanates from one or more of the bones every so often, causing them to rattle.
For whatever reason, all of the bones begins to fall and clatter everywhere, and then you wake up lopsided and on the floor. You've been told that waking is a burden you shed when you reach a higher position here, either never sleeping, or never waking; If the ghosts of dead truly do wander dreams, then someone must be there to guide them. In any case, you are awake now, perhaps some tea, you find yourself craving, they have earl grey in the kitchen, becuase of course they do, grey is sort of their thing. No, that's right...the Archbishop has a task for you, doesn't she, best get on that and, in any case, maybe she'll have some prepared when you get there.
Road to Corvidae ->Corvidae Fairgrounds:
Orina & Jogs (Bunny Battalion): Grr points to the west, saying. "To the west, Death's castle in the fog. She soon know me. If sucessful, will return." He pats his chest. "Thank you. Stronger now. No forget, we meet again. Promise" he smiles.
Blackport:
Tsahil Lanér: As you sit on the docks, legs swaying over the waters, you clutch the golden feather pin in your hands. You've thought more than once to chuck it old thing, but haven't worked up the courage to do it. It may not be magical anymore, but as long as you have it, you'll still could be one of them, maybe that's good, maybe that's bad. You saw what you saw, what they do to people who don't accept their offers of what they called mercy. It's behind you now, but like the tower that looms, you doubt you can truly escape it, although the sound of waves is doing the best it can. What do you do?
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Faksimile - Temple District
Ulrich sets himself to right and travels to go see the Archbishop. There was a moment of self discussion, on whether or not to take the deathclaw. It feels not right to leave it, though he is cautious about the questions that will be raised by his suddenly having a quarterstaff. In the end he takes it with him.
He asks for the Archbishop and stands off to the side, prepared to wait. He only half focuses on the comings and goings around him, thinking back on the ritual of the previous day.
Blackport
After a long breath, Tsahil puts the golden feather back on his pocket. "If nothing else, this should remind me of where I come from", he whispers to himself, while getting up.
"Well, before I leave this damn city, I should check if Dina and the kids are alright", he thinks, worried with the family he swore to protect after Dina's husband and his best friend, Karl, was killed after what he is sure was his fault.
Voldred takes out his dagger and starts to play with it.
"Looking for someone? Interesting. As much as I enjoy unusual prey, I just arrived in this town. How am I supposed to find someone you couldn't? And frankly I don't think it's worth the risk for me. Give me a description of the guy, if I happen to encounter him I'll see what I can do, but aside from that I would like a more conventional job. At least for now."