Aelar was considering asking the strange duo about the situation with the Tieflings, but is now apprehensively watching the half-elf scream at them. "I'm not entirely sure these are the sort of people I want to associate with." He continues to watch the situation unfold, but plans to speak with Vior eventually.
Angelus sighs and rolls his eyes, sliding 3 more gold coins onto the counter. "Tell me whatever this secret is so I can be on my way. My patience runs thin." His usually cheerful countenance is grim, his lips pursed in a tight white line. His normally dazzling sapphire eyes are narrowed and glint dangerously. He felt at this point, after overcoming their fear, they'd begun to take advantage of him. He had half a mind to swipe the gold back walk out to find another, more pliable source of information. His hand hovered over the gold coins on the counter, not quite committing to the Haflings secret.
"Hand it over," Moore huffed, and then snagged the coins as quickly as he could. He counted them, nodded, and stuffed them away. "Right, here's the deal. This here is the merchants district. All nice an' fancy an' chock full of traveling merchants with a fat lot of coin. So, you see, to get to ol' Rheim's place is down by the docks. Long way to haul your skinny ass. Bet you'd crack your head. Anyway, for those of us who know the goddamn place like the back of our palms there's a path set up. A...gate. The one you want to find is Scintillating Scents, place is owned by Madam," and here the halfling micks a women with a high pitched voice. Moore pulls a face while he does it, then collapses into his relaxed position, "Shyddra and...whatever the **** Niskel is I don't even know."
Moore looks at you, then glances around the shop to make sure there's no one there, and then whispers, "Pretty sure they're secretly whores and that's a whorehouse, but there you go." Moore straightens back up, then slouches again. "Anyway the 'gate' should be in there. Back room an' shit. Just tell the pretty things you're going to...where is it you want to go again? The damned port and ol' Rheim, or those ******* shits up at the Spire?"
"Wow, uh, thanks for everything!" Bishop shouts as the druid runs away. "Curses, I did not get her name! Well, maybe our paths will cross again." Bishop looks around trying to take in the scene around him. He finally made it to the first step in his redemption. Bishop looks down at his prayer book, and sees the symbol of a calm waterfall descending into a pool of water. Bishop looks around at the doors to make the match. He spots on that matches the holy symbol and makes his way to the door. He stands in front of the door, somewhat apprehensively. "This is it. I'm finally here."
BANG!
The door swings open and whacks Bishop right in the face. He stumbles backwards and clutches his nose. "Ah, I am terribly sorry. I did not mean to get in your way."He glances at the figure in front of him but the pain from the hit caused his vision to blur a little.
A tiefling stares down at you, spectacles on his nose as he blinks white eyes. He's wearing a set of robes designed less for battle and more for spending time in the temples. In his hand is a white-gold book embossed with the calm waterfall design. His hair is done up into a tight topknot settled between two curved horns. Unlike your skin his is almost a pale pinkish white. He also lacks wings and hooves but does have a tail that twitches behind him.
"Your wings are in the way," he says by way of greeting.
"Praise Eldath! Another tiefling following the path of divine!" Bishop quickly straightens up and brings his hand to his chest while giving a slight bow. "Excuse my manners, I am just a little nervous at the moment, I mean I am finally here...Oh yes excuse me again, the name is Bishop Drexull, Cleric-in-training, it is a pleasure to meet you." Bishop extends his hand in greeting.
Ulrich looks up at the extravagant structure before him. He stops walking, simply staring at it for several seconds, overcome with emotion he cannot begin to identify. There is an awe in standing before the very structure that has been looming above this whole time, and yet in part it serves to fill Ulrich with sadness and rage. He should never had been the one to see this. It wasn't fair that he'd made it this far, despite his terror and despite his lack of understanding of the world, and yet those who could truly desire and appreciate such things would never set foot in places such as this. It wasn't fair that Ulrich lived on to see such wonders when all he desired was the familiar and comfortable life he knew he'd never have again. Realizing he'd let his thoughts wander too far yet again, he dropped his gaze down to the ground while he collected himself, his hands balled into fists and trembling in anger. For now he knew he had to have patience. Those wretched individuals who had put him in this position would suffer their consequences, of that he would make sure, but Ulrich knew he needed to focus on what stood before him now. Approaching the doors, he swings them open to step inside, forcing himself to walk towards the first person he sees with no hesitation, putting up a false confidence and speaking to them, "Pardon for the intrusion, but I've been informed that from this area I should be able to find directions to the colleges of the arcane. Might I ask where I should be going for such a thing?"
Whom you find is a dwarf, a gruff looking dwarf with dark, wild black hair. He's dressed unusually to your eye. A mixture of some sort of robe and leather armor, spiked at the edges and ends. Atop his head is some sort of circlet or signet with a glowing stone in the center.
"No intrusion," he grunts. "All welcome. College specifics contained." He eyes you up and down, and his bushy brows furrow. "Which one? College. Arcane focus? Type, I mean."
"Tomorrow then" as he again tips his head in good-bye. He stands and walks over to the bar.
"Barkeep" as he waves to the man behind the bar. " whats the price on a room for the night?"
He tries to listen in and watch the argument.
Vior sighs. He pats Aquariel on the hand and then glances over toward the table with the fight. You can see that he looks exasperated but fond, and he shoots a glance to Rheim as well. She's starting to look ticked off at the mess--and given the quiet nature of the bar right now everyone can hear the half-elf yelling.
"Those two," he grumbles, tsks, and shakes his head. Vior then turns to you. "Five silver a night. Doesn't include food or drink. By the way the drinks cost you another 5 silver, each. That's three there you got at the table--" one of the drinks is tossed and Vior sighs "--and now he's gone and destroyed another mug. Perfect."
Angelus sighs and rolls his eyes, sliding 3 more gold coins onto the counter. "Tell me whatever this secret is so I can be on my way. My patience runs thin." His usually cheerful countenance is grim, his lips pursed in a tight white line. His normally dazzling sapphire eyes are narrowed and glint dangerously. He felt at this point, after overcoming their fear, they'd begun to take advantage of him. He had half a mind to swipe the gold back walk out to find another, more pliable source of information. His hand hovered over the gold coins on the counter, not quite committing to the Haflings secret.
"Hand it over," Moore huffed, and then snagged the coins as quickly as he could. He counted them, nodded, and stuffed them away. "Right, here's the deal. This here is the merchants district. All nice an' fancy an' chock full of traveling merchants with a fat lot of coin. So, you see, to get to ol' Rheim's place is down by the docks. Long way to haul your skinny ass. Bet you'd crack your head. Anyway, for those of us who know the goddamn place like the back of our palms there's a path set up. A...gate. The one you want to find is Scintillating Scents, place is owned by Madam," and here the halfling micks a women with a high pitched voice. Moore pulls a face while he does it, then collapses into his relaxed position, "Shyddra and...whatever the **** Niskel is I don't even know."
Moore looks at you, then glances around the shop to make sure there's no one there, and then whispers, "Pretty sure they're secretly whores and that's a whorehouse, but there you go." Moore straightens back up, then slouches again. "Anyway the 'gate' should be in there. Back room an' shit. Just tell the pretty things you're going to...where is it you want to go again? The damned port and ol' Rheim, or those ******* shits up at the Spire?"
Angelus stares blankly at the Halfling, amazed that he'd already forgotten the quest Angelus had told him he was on. "I'm trying to find anyone who can tell me more information about the incident in port...Angos'lale. I want to help find the culprits and see that they meet justice. In addition I'd like to offer aid to any victims from the attack, should there be any that need it. Whether that's with..Rheim, the Spire, or whoever or where ever else I do not care. I'm just here to help."
Angelus stares blankly at the Halfling, amazed that he'd already forgotten the quest Angelus had told him he was on. "I'm trying to find anyone who can tell me more information about the incident in port...Angos'lale. I want to help find the culprits and see that they meet justice. In addition I'd like to offer aid to any victims from the attack, should there be any that need it. Whether that's with..Rheim, the Spire, or whoever or where ever else I do not care. I'm just here to help."
Moore huffed. "Right, well then. Rheim's better for...anything really. Those...the Spire is for book learning." Moore looks entirely annoyed at the idea. "Great for business, sucks to be them. You want action? You want Rheim. Best bet is to say you're going to The Clueless Navigator. That's up in Belnal Port which is just north of Polale. You'll have to cross the river and Rheim's place is the loudest, funnest stop you'll see. Called Immoral Wench. Or if you just wanna pick and choose then head to Halford's. That'll stick you right in the middle of it all." Moore eyes you, then makes a motion. "Now get!"
Wilkas steps outside, and finds a bench to sit on, then starts scanning the book for any sentence with any coherency, a change in plans from what he had originally arrived at Halford's with.
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"Ah, my arcane specialty is - well, is intended to be the art of sorcery," Ulrich answers the dwarf, correcting himself as he can hardly call his own fledgling abilities much of a specialty when compared to an entire city that holds colleges for the craft, no doubt many who can be called specialized would be far more skilled in the arcane arts. Awaiting his answer, Ulrich keeps his gaze focused on the person in front of him for once, rather than warily watching his surroundings, so as to avoid being overwhelmed at the sights of this extravagant place any further.
"Ah, my arcane specialty is - well, is intended to be the art of sorcery," Ulrich answers the dwarf, correcting himself as he can hardly call his own fledgling abilities much of a specialty when compared to an entire city that holds colleges for the craft, no doubt many who can be called specialized would be far more skilled in the arcane arts. Awaiting his answer, Ulrich keeps his gaze focused on the person in front of him for once, rather than warily watching his surroundings, so as to avoid being overwhelmed at the sights of this extravagant place any further.
The dwarf blinks. "Innate magic? Good, good." He hums for a bit, and then motions for you to follow. He leads you down corridors and past doors and gardens. As you move you are able to notice that the crystal shows the outside when inside. It shows rolling hills and deserts, forests and marshlands. What it shows is active. You catch a glimpse of a cockatrice hunting its prey, of a merchant band traveling across dusty roads. This is a magic that is far beyond your understanding, far beyond whatever you perceived to be possible.
"The Sorcerer's lot are...eccentric," the dwarf tells you. "We've got all types here in the Spire, from all sorts of lineages." He peers at you, and hums to himself. "Not wild, not draconic either are you? No, no...you are missing something from those too. Not too chaotic, not enough of that hardiness. White hair, white hair...ah. Rare, aren't you?" You can see the dwarf smile lightly and beckon you onward. "I think you'll find some...friends here."
The dwarf stops you before a door. You recognize the symbol. You know this symbol. It was the symbol of Shar, a dark disc ringed in purple.
Wilkas steps outside, and finds a bench to sit on, then starts scanning the book for any sentence with any coherency, a change in plans from what he had originally arrived at Halford's with.
The more you scan the book the more your heads starts to hurt. It honestly appears as nothing more than complete gibberish. Words and sentences that make no sense in the way they are put together. It's not a cipher, it's not some strange language either. Something about this book feels off, but you can't tell what. It calls to you like a siren's song, but you can't even begin to comprehend what the words actually mean.
This is not unlike the book you found years ago, in that strange language you still haven't deciphered. It's not written in the odd script--something not quite elvish, not quite dwarven--but it is just as mind boggling and just as calling to you as that book.
Wilkas is determined to solve this mystery, but he realises that to do so, he'll need to make his acquisition of it more permanent. He closes the book, and stands up. After a few moments gauging the time, he moves on towards the Immoral Wench, a tavern he has always been fond of, hoping to find a job that will earn him some quick coin.
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“Gaer zhahnau MON'TU!” Zenyth stands to his feet and Vaen backs up a step. “Nind ph'elghinyrr, craz! Elghinyrr lu'annuts, gaer zhah naubol ulutlu xunor!”
“Dos xuat zhaun nindel. Ka dos orn'la fridj ori'gato uns'aa—”
“Dos ph'naut aluin doebpholornatha oolos juss'a ulu inbau dosstan elggen wun Ato nindel ph'tu'jol dosst kampi'unin!”
“Quin dos inbal uns'aa screa'in mina gil'ssrigghinn? Vel'bol zhahl'mon'tu, t'yin ka Usstan h'ros xxizz? F'sarn naut natha dalhar jalamzild!”
“Dos ph'natha dalhar ulu uns'aa,”Zenyth growls and steps forward. “Dos inbal naut a'till l'ditronw quin.”
“Jhal uk uriu?” Vaen gets up into Zenyth’s face.
Uk zhah naut ussta priqual, dos ph',” Zenyth snarls, and with a yell Vaen decks him across the face.
“VITH DOS!” Vaen yells. “Lu'oh kuuv dos! Dos phuul l'et'zarreth vel'uss vithus natha ssindossa lu'zet ilta xuil natha dalhar! Dos xuat inbal natha ditronw ulu lar uns'aa natha vith'ez priqual!”
Zenyth holds his face for a second. His hair hangs over in his eyes. He’s hunched just the slightest bit.
“Dos ph'nau velendev screa l'Ato,” Zenyth says, and his words are quiet. “Dos ph'tir nindel juss'a.”
Rheim hauled Vaen, who struggled and fought the entire way but it is obvious he doesn’t really have a lick of muscle on him, and tosses the half-elf out the door.
“Doer rath vel'drav dos'in honglathdosst karliik,” Rheim says, turns, and walks back to her position at the wall. Vaen does not re-enter.
Moore huffed. "Right, well then. Rheim's better for...anything really. Those...the Spire is for book learning." Moore looks entirely annoyed at the idea. "Great for business, sucks to be them. You want action? You want Rheim. Best bet is to say you're going to The Clueless Navigator. That's up in Belnal Port which is just north of Polale. You'll have to cross the river and Rheim's place is the loudest, funnest stop you'll see. Called Immoral Wench. Or if you just wanna pick and choose then head to Halford's. That'll stick you right in the middle of it all." Moore eyes you, then makes a motion. "Now get!"
Angelus flexed his fingers, finding the Halfling to be more than a little annoying, trying not to make a fist or show the flash of anger. Angelus' patience and temper had been worn short, and he wasn't in a great mood based on how he'd been treated since arriving in the city and now being nearly robbed of all his gold just to find some simple directions. He tried to console himself by thinking of the book he just bought and the arcane secret held within. He gave a weak smile to the hobbit, "Thanks for the info...I shall find this Madam's place. Swear to God if she asks me for any money to use their portal there'll be no whores left in this city though."
Angelus turns from the book keepers and nearly storms out the doors, holding back just enough not to appear livid. Upon entering the street his eyes darted searching the signs, looking for the Madam's place.
He hadn't yet decided on whether he wanted to go to the wench or the spire. His instincts were to follow the initial guard Captain's advice and seek out the Spire. He was hungry for more magical knowledge and power, and information, after all. However he also thought this Rheim character may somehow know more about the incident. He frowned, wondering if anyone of authority were in a position he could meet and learn the truth about the incident in an efficient...and free manner.
Brash lays 3 gold coins on the bar. "Room for the night and whatever meat you have cooked" niticing Voir's stress " keep the change."
He notices an elf that had been near by when he was speaking to Ember. (Aeral) He approaches calmly, "excuse me. Sorry ti bither you but I am new here and was looking for employment. By the way, the name is Brash. Do you know anything about those two?" motioning towards Ember. "She seems ok but the other has little honor"
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Lenzo, no stranger to the meditatively conducive properties of imbibing, is willing to commune with Answell. As he is preparing the pipe, Lenzo looks around at the barracks to surreptitiously examine the walls, footlockers, or whatever might be in view to see what sigils, mottos, uniforms, etc. he might recognize. He's very interested in hearing what Answell has to say.
"The Rusty Anchor," Lenzo says, shaking his head. "I don't imagine my father took that well." Lenzo is trying to elicit information about the current state of his family, and the standing it might have with Carric / other figures of authority.
Aquariel will do her best to discreetly listen in to Brash and Aelar's conversation, as she also wants more info on the "troublesome duo" before approaching them--especially after the dust up with the elf who was thrown out.
Ulrich inspects the symbol on the door, feelings of both the dread of knowing the name associated with it and a feeling of intrigue accompanied by the wonder of what may lie beyond. He nods and states a brief, "I thank you for your help, sir," to the dwarf. He ponders for a moment if he should truly do this. The dwarf seemed able to identify sorcerous heritages by appearance, and revealing himself to any behind the door would, in Ulrich's eyes, leave him more likely to draw attention. Regardless, knowing he's come this far on this path, he steps forward and opens the door.
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"Tomorrow then" as he again tips his head in good-bye. He stands and walks over to the bar.
"Barkeep" as he waves to the man behind the bar. " whats the price on a room for the night?"
He tries to listen in and watch the argument.
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Aelar was considering asking the strange duo about the situation with the Tieflings, but is now apprehensively watching the half-elf scream at them. "I'm not entirely sure these are the sort of people I want to associate with." He continues to watch the situation unfold, but plans to speak with Vior eventually.
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"Praise Eldath! Another tiefling following the path of divine!" Bishop quickly straightens up and brings his hand to his chest while giving a slight bow. "Excuse my manners, I am just a little nervous at the moment, I mean I am finally here...Oh yes excuse me again, the name is Bishop Drexull, Cleric-in-training, it is a pleasure to meet you." Bishop extends his hand in greeting.
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Wilkas steps outside, and finds a bench to sit on, then starts scanning the book for any sentence with any coherency, a change in plans from what he had originally arrived at Halford's with.
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"Ah, my arcane specialty is - well, is intended to be the art of sorcery," Ulrich answers the dwarf, correcting himself as he can hardly call his own fledgling abilities much of a specialty when compared to an entire city that holds colleges for the craft, no doubt many who can be called specialized would be far more skilled in the arcane arts. Awaiting his answer, Ulrich keeps his gaze focused on the person in front of him for once, rather than warily watching his surroundings, so as to avoid being overwhelmed at the sights of this extravagant place any further.
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Wilkas is determined to solve this mystery, but he realises that to do so, he'll need to make his acquisition of it more permanent. He closes the book, and stands up. After a few moments gauging the time, he moves on towards the Immoral Wench, a tavern he has always been fond of, hoping to find a job that will earn him some quick coin.
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FOR ALL THOSE IN THE IMMORAL WENCH WHO DON'T SPEAK ELVISH:
This is what you see:
“Vel'bol lu'tialej jal tangi zhah jala alur? Udos zhal'la tlu doeb gaer ragar mina!” Vaen snarls.
“Gaer zhah nau MON'TU!” Zenyth stands to his feet and Vaen backs up a step. “Nind ph'elghinyrr, craz! Elghinyrr lu'annuts, gaer zhah naubol ulu tlu xunor!”
“Dos xuat zhaun nindel. Ka dos orn'la fridj ori'gato uns'aa—”
“Dos ph'naut aluin doeb pholor natha oolos juss'a ulu inbau dosstan elggen wun Ato nindel ph'tu'jol dosst kampi'unin!”
“Quin dos inbal uns'aa screa'in mina gil'ssrigghinn? Vel'bol zhah l'mon'tu, t'yin ka Usstan h'ros xxizz? F'sarn naut natha dalhar jalamzild!”
“Dos ph'natha dalhar ulu uns'aa,”Zenyth growls and steps forward. “Dos inbal naut a'till l'ditronw quin.”
“Jhal uk uriu?” Vaen gets up into Zenyth’s face.
Uk zhah naut ussta priqual, dos ph',” Zenyth snarls, and with a yell Vaen decks him across the face.
“VITH DOS!” Vaen yells. “Lu'oh kuuv dos! Dos phuul l'et'zarreth vel'uss vithus natha ssindossa lu'zet ilta xuil natha dalhar! Dos xuat inbal natha ditronw ulu lar uns'aa natha vith'ez priqual!”
Zenyth holds his face for a second. His hair hangs over in his eyes. He’s hunched just the slightest bit.
“Dos ph'nau velendev screa l'Ato,” Zenyth says, and his words are quiet. “Dos ph'tir nindel juss'a.”
Dos h'ros plynn uns'aa tir—”
“Nindel zhah ndeir, Vaen!” Zenyth snapped. “Usstan orn naut telanth ulu dos bauth nindol 'sohna!”
Vaen moved to hit Zenyth again, tight and tense with bottled fury, but Rheim gripped him by the back of the neck.
“Z'lonzic,” Rheim said quietly. “Dos'in ruulk'naus ussta el'inssring z'lonzic. Doeb xuil dos.”
“Rheim—”
Rheim hauled Vaen, who struggled and fought the entire way but it is obvious he doesn’t really have a lick of muscle on him, and tosses the half-elf out the door.
“Doer rath vel'drav dos'in honglath dosst karliik,” Rheim says, turns, and walks back to her position at the wall. Vaen does not re-enter.
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Brash lays 3 gold coins on the bar. "Room for the night and whatever meat you have cooked" niticing Voir's stress " keep the change."
He notices an elf that had been near by when he was speaking to Ember. (Aeral) He approaches calmly, "excuse me. Sorry ti bither you but I am new here and was looking for employment. By the way, the name is Brash. Do you know anything about those two?" motioning towards Ember. "She seems ok but the other has little honor"
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Lenzo, no stranger to the meditatively conducive properties of imbibing, is willing to commune with Answell. As he is preparing the pipe, Lenzo looks around at the barracks to surreptitiously examine the walls, footlockers, or whatever might be in view to see what sigils, mottos, uniforms, etc. he might recognize. He's very interested in hearing what Answell has to say.
"The Rusty Anchor," Lenzo says, shaking his head. "I don't imagine my father took that well." Lenzo is trying to elicit information about the current state of his family, and the standing it might have with Carric / other figures of authority.
Aquariel will do her best to discreetly listen in to Brash and Aelar's conversation, as she also wants more info on the "troublesome duo" before approaching them--especially after the dust up with the elf who was thrown out.
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Ulrich inspects the symbol on the door, feelings of both the dread of knowing the name associated with it and a feeling of intrigue accompanied by the wonder of what may lie beyond. He nods and states a brief, "I thank you for your help, sir," to the dwarf. He ponders for a moment if he should truly do this. The dwarf seemed able to identify sorcerous heritages by appearance, and revealing himself to any behind the door would, in Ulrich's eyes, leave him more likely to draw attention. Regardless, knowing he's come this far on this path, he steps forward and opens the door.