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"
As Aelar was just deciding to speak to Vior, a large human approaches him. He looks him up and down for a moment as he begins to talk.
"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"
"They both seem a little off to me. But, no, I don't know anything about them. I had considered speaking to them about the Tiefling attack, but I think I was just convinced otherwise. I certainly don't have any jobs for you. I'm a sailor myself, just came off the ship. The name's Aelar." He stands and offers his hand to Brash. "You haven't heard anything of the recent attacks, have you?"
"Just what I heard as I came through the gates" Brash tells the sailor as he takes his hand in a firm hand shake. "Are you an official investigater or just curious?"
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"Just what I heard as I came through the gates" Brash tells the sailor as he takes his hand in a firm hand shake. "Are you an official investigater or just curious?"
Just curious. I suppose I should leave it alone. While I'm on land, I do need some work, too, though. Let me know if you find something that needs a second set of hands.
Wilkas walks in just as Vaen decks Zenyth, quickly moving away from the door as he sees Rheim move towards the scraggly half-elf. He quickly makes his way over to Vior, glancing around at the tavern's patrons as he does so.
"Hello Vior. Are there any jobs I can do to earn some quick coin? I'd like to have the money before week's end, if possible."
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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.
He blinks, slowly. "In training?" he says. "Pious," he adds by way of greeting. He cant' his head to the side and gently brushes one of you wings out of the way as he takes you in. He seems to be a rather leisurely sort of man, but you can see his tail twitch while he thinks.
"Drexull...I know a Drexull," Pious says slowly. "You don't look like Drexull. Did he have a son?" Pious tilts his head back, thinks to himself for a moment. "I didn't think he had a son. He was on a journey though. Maybe it was to find his son?" After a moment Pious shakes his head. "Oh, bother. Come in." He turns around and walks back through the door. "Mind your wings, will you? Some of the items here are rare and...delicate."
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.
Scintillating Scents is surprisingly right next to Boneback Books and Moore. The sign is glaringly obvious in bright shades of purple with a waft of incense that hits your nose immediately. There are silk draperies and designs and pots of incense burning. It is sharp and flowery; you can see sticks on sale, pots of leaves to burn, what looks like teas as merchants mill about greeted by elves and half-elves alike. There is a tall, eflin figure dressed in silks standing toward the back, hands folded within her clothes and dress watching the procession of people with a faint smile.
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"
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.
As Aelar was just deciding to speak to Vior, a large human approaches him. He looks him up and down for a moment as he begins to talk.
"They both seem a little off to me. But, no, I don't know anything about them. I had considered speaking to them about the Tiefling attack, but I think I was just convinced otherwise. I certainly don't have any jobs for you. I'm a sailor myself, just came off the ship. The name's Aelar." He stands and offers his hand to Brash. "You haven't heard anything of the recent attacks, have you?"
"Just what I heard as I came through the gates" Brash tells the sailor as he takes his hand in a firm hand shake. "Are you an official investigater or just curious?"
Just curious. I suppose I should leave it alone. While I'm on land, I do need some work, too, though. Let me know if you find something that needs a second set of hands.
"I will be meeting with Ember and other tomorrow. Be around. Maybe I can use you to pass whatever task they have."
Wilkas walks in just as Vaen decks Zenyth, quickly moving away from the door as he sees Rheim move towards the scraggly half-elf. He quickly makes his way over to Vior, glancing around at the tavern's patrons as he does so
"Hello Vior. Are there any jobs I can do to earn some quick coin? I'd like to have the money before week's end, if possible."
Vior swipes the coins away from Brash and putters off for a moment. He's keeping his attention on Brash and Aelar as they speak, and also on Aquariel. It's actually fairly obvious as Wilkas comes in that Vior is the slightest bit distressed, puttering around with his attention divided so. He puts out a plate of steak, salted, and a decent tankard of some sort of alcohol. Vior wipes his hands down as he moves around the bar, brow furrowed deeply.
He startles when Wilkas finally speaks up.
"Oh, Wilkas, I didn't notice you there," he huffs. "I've got plenty of work, most of it's in the tavern right now in the kitchen. If you'd be willing I'd be happy to pay you a decent fair if you can help me out with the dishes. Listen in to the conversations, maybe someone's got some rat infestation or something? And you know Ember and Zenyth are always cooking up some sort of mess."
Vior swipes at his brow and sighs. "I wish that blasted boy wouldn't cause such a ruckus. Rash child."
By this point the bar has gotten quite lively again, the noise levels raising as the people settle about with Vaen now gone and the nightly entertainment over. Each of you can hear muttered whispers and jokes about the fight, and it quickly becomes apparent for those who don't visit the Immoral Wench often, and especially at the evening hours that it's become--fairly late afternoon, you all can tell the sun will start to dip down soon--that this is a rather commonplace occurrence. People have come to expect it and place bets on how quickly Vaen would get himself tossed from the premises.
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.
The dwarf pats you on the back, "Korill," he says. "Name. Safe journey." He turns around and wanders off and eventually out of sight. As you open the door you are greeted with something you don't quite expect. While the village you lived in favored shadows, the room before you is light and a little airy. It seems less pressured and stiffing from what you knew of 'home' and far more welcoming. Right away you can see someone just like yourself--pale hair, pale skin, and something other that lingers in the air like a taste. He is sat cross legged in front of a tall spiraling pillar with his eyes closed.
The elements swirl about him as he breathes. Fire that shifts to water that shifts to air and then to plant life that quickly dies off and returns to fire. Shadows twist up and around the man before finally he opens his eyes and they wash away.
"Welcome," he says, and his voice is toneless. He does not blink. "Child of Shadow, what do you seek?"
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Answell has no hidden motives that you can tell. He genuinely seems to just want to talk to you.
"No, no," Answell sighs. "Master Darkmast was rather put out about the whole mess. He had quite the investment in the place after all. Thankfully Rhiem's got things well in hand. Their negotiating some sort of contract, I think?" He shook his head and leaned back. "It's all rather hush, honestly. Although all those pompous lot up in the Nobles district don't really care much. More interested in keeping the gates clear and sussing out any stragglers from the mess."
Answell scowls. "Lord Ealaiil has gone on a rampage essentially. Tieflings, mages--he's keeping an eye out for those not associated with the Colleges. Rather stupid, honestly, but he wants to be sure another mess like the one a fortnight ago doesn't happen. Rather pissed at everything--people are saying Vyn'tasat is behind it all, can you believe it? No one's heard from those damned anarchists in years." Answell huffs. "Doubt their even around anymore."
Ulrich takes in the sight of the room for a moment, having expected something... darker. The sight of it raises several questions for him, though something about it is comforting in some way. He eyes the man before him, unsure of what to expect. "I seek the means to train my innate power," he says. "My magic talent is fledgling at best, and I... I know little of what it can truly accomplish. I wish to learn and understand."
Brash devours his steak in a way similar to an wild animal with the occasional gruff to show his approval. He drinks down half his tankard in one drink to wash down the meat.
Feeling better and more at ease he turns to face the room and watches the patrons in there comings and goings. He tries to enjoy the rest of his free time and watch these people so he can gain whatever insight he can from these city people.
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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.
Scintillating Scents is surprisingly right next to Boneback Books and Moore. The sign is glaringly obvious in bright shades of purple with a waft of incense that hits your nose immediately. There are silk draperies and designs and pots of incense burning. It is sharp and flowery; you can see sticks on sale, pots of leaves to burn, what looks like teas as merchants mill about greeted by elves and half-elves alike. There is a tall, eflin figure dressed in silks standing toward the back, hands folded within her clothes and dress watching the procession of people with a faint smile.
Something about her seems otherworldly.
Angelus dips his head in greeting toward the woman. In Elvish he greets her, "Bala'dash mala'nore." He enters Scintillating Scents with some trepidation expecting a nasty greeting or demand for money. He remains just inside the entrance with caution. "If one were looking for information about the recent incident because they sought to help...would one visit The Spire or Rheim's place?"
Aquariel was torn. The anger and turmoil she had witnessed between Vaen and Zenyth was startling and disturbing to her: Her own people frowned on such tempestuous displays. She had been taught since childhood to value calm and stillness. For all that she found such expectations stifling, it was still unsettling to see it in others. But Vior had said that Zenyth and Ember had given the other of her kind (Ondine?) jobs. And she needed money to continue her search. Steeling herself, she approaches the human who had spoken with them after he had finished his meal. "I saw you speaking with the Zenyth and Ember, and I have heard that you are meeting them tomorrow about a job. I, too, am looking for work, and have reasons to seek work from them. May I join you at your meeting? Perhaps I can be of use in whatever task they have for you?"
"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.
He blinks, slowly. "In training?" he says. "Pious," he adds by way of greeting. He cant' his head to the side and gently brushes one of you wings out of the way as he takes you in. He seems to be a rather leisurely sort of man, but you can see his tail twitch while he thinks.
"Drexull...I know a Drexull," Pious says slowly. "You don't look like Drexull. Did he have a son?" Pious tilts his head back, thinks to himself for a moment. "I didn't think he had a son. He was on a journey though. Maybe it was to find his son?" After a moment Pious shakes his head. "Oh, bother. Come in." He turns around and walks back through the door. "Mind your wings, will you? Some of the items here are rare and...delicate."
Bishop brings his wings in as tight as he can, and looks down to the ground. "Well sir, Drexull is not my birth name. I've taken as my own as a way to continue the legacy of Feltorius and the Drexull name. Unfortunately we met in a bad situation where we were captured by cultists. Feltorius showed me the way of peace and how satisfying serving the goddes, Eldath. One day, he helped me escape but he wasn't able to escape himself. I will never forget Feltorius, as long as I shall live." Tears begin to form in Bishop's eyes as he recalls his last moments with his dear friend, his only friend. Bishop looks around the room, and his taken aback. "Wow, this place is amazing!" Bishop is excited but is also a bit apprehensive, as he is not sure how the tiefling will react knowing that his colleague is dead.
Angelus dips his head in greeting toward the woman. In Elvish he greets her, "Bala'dash mala'nore." He enters Scintillating Scents with some trepidation expecting a nasty greeting or demand for money. He remains just inside the entrance with caution. "If one were looking for information about the recent incident because they sought to help...would one visit The Spire or Rheim's place?"
Madam Shyddra looks at you and tilts her head to the side. Her golden blond hair shifts with the movement, and you catch sight of eyes the color of the ocean.
"Such an old greeting," she says, and something about her reminds you of home. "It has been a long time since I heard it. Well met, little elfling." She eyes you up and down and you see her lips curl into a smile. "Seeking adventure, are you? Or seeking to learn?" Her arms come up and you see her raise one palm from her sleeves, then the other as she speaks. "These are not always mutually exclusive, but are not always connected. Which is it you yearn for?" She twists her left. "Adventure?" She twists her right. "Knowledge?"
Bishop brings his wings in as tight as he can, and looks down to the ground. "Well sir, Drexull is not my birth name. I've taken as my own as a way to continue the legacy of Feltorius and the Drexull name. Unfortunately we met in a bad situation where we were captured by cultists. Feltorius showed me the way of peace and how satisfying serving the goddes, Eldath. One day, he helped me escape but he wasn't able to escape himself. I will never forget Feltorius, as long as I shall live." Tears begin to form in Bishop's eyes as he recalls his last moments with his dear friend, his only friend. Bishop looks around the room, and his taken aback. "Wow, this place is amazing!" Bishop is excited but is also a bit apprehensive, as he is not sure how the tiefling will react knowing that his colleague is dead.
Pious peers at you as he leads you throw the antechamber of what you are quickly discovering is a temple to Eldath.
"No, no, you are a Drexull," Pious murmurs. "That look in your eye. Yes. Feltorius always had it too. Blood or soul it doesn't matter." He motions for you to follow, leads you through the antechamber into a massive chamber that has trees, natural light, and the soft sound of pools of water. "Come, come. You wish to be an initiate? Then we must finish the rite. You have his book?"
Angelus dips his head in greeting toward the woman. In Elvish he greets her, "Bala'dash mala'nore." He enters Scintillating Scents with some trepidation expecting a nasty greeting or demand for money. He remains just inside the entrance with caution. "If one were looking for information about the recent incident because they sought to help...would one visit The Spire or Rheim's place?"
Madam Shyddra looks at you and tilts her head to the side. Her golden blond hair shifts with the movement, and you catch sight of eyes the color of the ocean.
"Such an old greeting," she says, and something about her reminds you of home. "It has been a long time since I heard it. Well met, little elfling." She eyes you up and down and you see her lips curl into a smile. "Seeking adventure, are you? Or seeking to learn?" Her arms come up and you see her raise one palm from her sleeves, then the other as she speaks. "These are not always mutually exclusive, but are not always connected. Which is it you yearn for?" She twists her left. "Adventure?" She twists her right. "Knowledge?"
Angelus gives her an earnest and warm smile, "At last I've found someone who is friendly. Anar'alah belore!" He seems visibly relieved to finally be welcomed without threat or mockery. His runs a slender hand through his tumbling golden locks, sliding it languidly behind one long, pointed ear. His eyes were similar in color to hers and he left them hooded, peering at her from under long lashes. His slender frame moved with grace that came as naturally as a spring breeze, sliding into the store and closing the distance. His fair and pointed chin dipped down, hooded eyes fluttering as he looked up at her from a slight bow, "Which ever takes me to where I can be of most use to this city. Since I've arrived my only goal has been to find out who attacked the docks, why they attacked them, and who I can work with to find them and bring them to justice. So I suppose I seek knowledge of who might know anything and the adventure of making this city a little safer. To whom shall I speak? Sinu a'manore."
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As Lenzo is getting ready to puff, he tries to intuit whether or not Answell seems to be hiding something, or to have hidden motives.....
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As Aelar was just deciding to speak to Vior, a large human approaches him. He looks him up and down for a moment as he begins to talk.
"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"
"They both seem a little off to me. But, no, I don't know anything about them. I had considered speaking to them about the Tiefling attack, but I think I was just convinced otherwise. I certainly don't have any jobs for you. I'm a sailor myself, just came off the ship. The name's Aelar." He stands and offers his hand to Brash. "You haven't heard anything of the recent attacks, have you?"
"Just what I heard as I came through the gates" Brash tells the sailor as he takes his hand in a firm hand shake. "Are you an official investigater or just curious?"
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"I will be meeting with Ember and other tomorrow. Be around. Maybe I can use you to pass whatever task they have."
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Wilkas walks in just as Vaen decks Zenyth, quickly moving away from the door as he sees Rheim move towards the scraggly half-elf. He quickly makes his way over to Vior, glancing around at the tavern's patrons as he does so.
"Hello Vior. Are there any jobs I can do to earn some quick coin? I'd like to have the money before week's end, if possible."
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Vior swipes the coins away from Brash and putters off for a moment. He's keeping his attention on Brash and Aelar as they speak, and also on Aquariel. It's actually fairly obvious as Wilkas comes in that Vior is the slightest bit distressed, puttering around with his attention divided so. He puts out a plate of steak, salted, and a decent tankard of some sort of alcohol. Vior wipes his hands down as he moves around the bar, brow furrowed deeply.
He startles when Wilkas finally speaks up.
"Oh, Wilkas, I didn't notice you there," he huffs. "I've got plenty of work, most of it's in the tavern right now in the kitchen. If you'd be willing I'd be happy to pay you a decent fair if you can help me out with the dishes. Listen in to the conversations, maybe someone's got some rat infestation or something? And you know Ember and Zenyth are always cooking up some sort of mess."
Vior swipes at his brow and sighs. "I wish that blasted boy wouldn't cause such a ruckus. Rash child."
By this point the bar has gotten quite lively again, the noise levels raising as the people settle about with Vaen now gone and the nightly entertainment over. Each of you can hear muttered whispers and jokes about the fight, and it quickly becomes apparent for those who don't visit the Immoral Wench often, and especially at the evening hours that it's become--fairly late afternoon, you all can tell the sun will start to dip down soon--that this is a rather commonplace occurrence. People have come to expect it and place bets on how quickly Vaen would get himself tossed from the premises.
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Ulrich takes in the sight of the room for a moment, having expected something... darker. The sight of it raises several questions for him, though something about it is comforting in some way. He eyes the man before him, unsure of what to expect. "I seek the means to train my innate power," he says. "My magic talent is fledgling at best, and I... I know little of what it can truly accomplish. I wish to learn and understand."
Brash devours his steak in a way similar to an wild animal with the occasional gruff to show his approval. He drinks down half his tankard in one drink to wash down the meat.
Feeling better and more at ease he turns to face the room and watches the patrons in there comings and goings. He tries to enjoy the rest of his free time and watch these people so he can gain whatever insight he can from these city people.
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Aquariel was torn. The anger and turmoil she had witnessed between Vaen and Zenyth was startling and disturbing to her: Her own people frowned on such tempestuous displays. She had been taught since childhood to value calm and stillness. For all that she found such expectations stifling, it was still unsettling to see it in others. But Vior had said that Zenyth and Ember had given the other of her kind (Ondine?) jobs. And she needed money to continue her search. Steeling herself, she approaches the human who had spoken with them after he had finished his meal. "I saw you speaking with the Zenyth and Ember, and I have heard that you are meeting them tomorrow about a job. I, too, am looking for work, and have reasons to seek work from them. May I join you at your meeting? Perhaps I can be of use in whatever task they have for you?"
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"I see, well, I'll have to pop by tomorrow to help out, but I will make my way here to do so. See you on the morrow, I hope."
With that, Wilkas makes his way home, satisfied that he has delayed his progress home enough to annoy his parents.
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