She smiles ever so slightly "Wonderful, I've been investigating why the dragons have suddenly gone hostile, because none of this seems natural at all. So I've been checking their nests for why, or how, this happened, and I noticed one things about their eggs: they were gone. What I ask of ye is to help me figure out why they've gone hostile and fix it so me village and people won't fall into ruiny."
”Apologies, madame, introductions are in order. My name is Halec Abadir. My friends and I are on a quest to restore the Ruby Snowflake relic. Shards have scattered across the land, and one is at the museum, we believe,” Halec says. “If the Snowflake is not restored there will be a terrible fallout, as This region will likely collapse into a ravine.”
”Apologies, madame, introductions are in order. My name is Halec Abadir. My friends and I are on a quest to restore the Ruby Snowflake relic. Shards have scattered across the land, and one is at the museum, we believe,” Halec says. “If the Snowflake is not restored there will be a terrible fallout, as This region will likely collapse into a ravine.”
"Hello am Harbek, i hope we can be of service to you" Harbek says to the lady
he looks to see if anyone else is nearby
"Abygail Chyld (OOC: pronounced the same as Child), pleasure to meet ya." She goes to shake everyone's hands "Halec, was it, when I said a "secret way" up there, I meant more of a pa- wait! Did you say the Ruby Snowflake was shattered, That's not well at all. that also explains the shooting stars." She pauses for a moment "Alright, we can make my favor quick so we don't lose this land, or our lives. Aasimar girl, I can't say who or what could've taken the eggs, I just discovered them missing."
“Well met, Abygail. Yes, these are strange and treacherous times. If we can assuage this issue with the dragons we might gain some powerful allies in the process. Flying on dragonback would allow us to reach the locations of these shards much more efficiently,” Halec says. “Do you know where the eggs were taken from? Perhaps we can look for some clues, together.”
She scratches her head with her right hand before answering, then puts her left on her chin "The last time I saw the eggs was before they've gone hostile, which was around the time those shootin sta- er, the Ruby Snowflake broke."
Halec twirls his mustache, brow furrowed. “I wonder if there is some connection between the shattered relic and the missing dragon eggs. Were the eggs formerly in some central, err, nest or cave or rookery?”
Halec twirls his mustache, brow furrowed. “I wonder if there is some connection between the shattered relic and the missing dragon eggs. Were the eggs formerly in some central, err, nest or cave or rookery?”
"Did ya have leather in your ears? I said they were in nests." Dusk approaches as the sun touches the world's horizon "Ah, sundown. It is never safe out here at night, horrible and weird things happen around those hours. Say, me village is right up here, would you all like to come? The inn there is indeed cozy."
Halec nods. “That sounds reasonable. Perhaps tomorrow you can lead us to these nests and we can begin investigating what happened to those eggs. Shall we?” Halec looks to the others to confirm if they are in agreement.
Halec follows, assuming the others are in ageement, making small talk on the way. “I must say, this seems a remote and dangerous location for a village. What is it’s history? For that matter the location of the Malison Museum seems quite obscure. How does anyone reach the blasted place, wot?”
"Bahamut's Village may look like it is built unthoughtfully, but before the hostility, it was a safe haven. Long ago, me ancestors came to this here mountain with the hopes of finding a place to settle. They found a perfect spot up here begin building a settlement, however, the dragons that inhabited the area did not approve of it. Said dragons have attacked the future settlement, destroying buildings and turning settlers into ice sculptures. It was a bloodbath indeed, but in the midst of doom, two surviving settlers made an offering to the dragons in order to reach peace, they accepted and we've been at peace ever since."
"That's quite a fascinating history. So you and your people lived in relative harmony with these ice-dragons, paying them homage with offerings of some kind to maintain peace. Now, with the dragon eggs going missing and the dragons in uproar, I would imagine things have become terrible hostile here, and the peace likely much more uneasy, if not altogether shattered," Halec says. "If we can do this service for the dragons, and they are indebted to us, if a dragon is willing to aid us and ferry us where we need to go it will certainly make the business of obtaining the remain shard pieces much more expedient. As you say, we'll look into the nests and investigate in the morning. For tonight, where would you have us sleep?"
Abygail remains silent untill you reach the village. The buildings lay unalligned with their dark-brown wood walls and similarly colored straw roofs. A dirt path stretches in waves all across to connect mess of buildings. In the center of the village lays a stone statue depicting Bahamut, the god of good dragons standing on a pillar with his symbol on it. "This is it, Bahamut's Village. There is a cozy little inn right behind the statue, it is not the best inn, but it is very... cozy."
"As long as it is warm, and we can obtain a hot beverage, it will be as a blessing of the gods, Abygail," Halec says. "You and the villagers may be more used to it, but this bitter cold is quite awful for those of us less accustomed to it."
Abygail shows you to the way, she smiles politely as you walk in.
You walk into the dining area of the inn. It does not look like a fine inn at first sight, the wood floors have scratches and holes beyond the eye can count and the walls are made of moss-covered cobblestone. There are only two large tables in each corner, the wood chairs surrounding said tables are made very poorly. A ladder in the back leads up into the floors of the inn, a black-haired male human with his neck a lifeless purple stands next to the ladder, staring at you.
She smiles ever so slightly "Wonderful, I've been investigating why the dragons have suddenly gone hostile, because none of this seems natural at all. So I've been checking their nests for why, or how, this happened, and I noticed one things about their eggs: they were gone. What I ask of ye is to help me figure out why they've gone hostile and fix it so me village and people won't fall into ruiny."
“And then, I presume, the way to access the museum is to travel on the backs of dragons?” Halec asks the woman.
”Apologies, madame, introductions are in order. My name is Halec Abadir. My friends and I are on a quest to restore the Ruby Snowflake relic. Shards have scattered across the land, and one is at the museum, we believe,” Halec says. “If the Snowflake is not restored there will be a terrible fallout, as This region will likely collapse into a ravine.”
"Nahu. Any sign of what took the eggs?"
"Hello am Harbek, i hope we can be of service to you" Harbek says to the lady
he looks to see in anyone else is nearby
"Abygail Chyld (OOC: pronounced the same as Child), pleasure to meet ya." She goes to shake everyone's hands "Halec, was it, when I said a "secret way" up there, I meant more of a pa- wait! Did you say the Ruby Snowflake was shattered, That's not well at all. that also explains the shooting stars." She pauses for a moment "Alright, we can make my favor quick so we don't lose this land, or our lives. Aasimar girl, I can't say who or what could've taken the eggs, I just discovered them missing."
(Harbek, no one else is in the immediate area)
“Well met, Abygail. Yes, these are strange and treacherous times. If we can assuage this issue with the dragons we might gain some powerful allies in the process. Flying on dragonback would allow us to reach the locations of these shards much more efficiently,” Halec says. “Do you know where the eggs were taken from? Perhaps we can look for some clues, together.”
Harbek looks unsure at the thought of leaving the ground but he says "i will help, when was the last time you saw that the eggs were there"
She scratches her head with her right hand before answering, then puts her left on her chin "The last time I saw the eggs was before they've gone hostile, which was around the time those shootin sta- er, the Ruby Snowflake broke."
Halec twirls his mustache, brow furrowed. “I wonder if there is some connection between the shattered relic and the missing dragon eggs. Were the eggs formerly in some central, err, nest or cave or rookery?”
"Did ya have leather in your ears? I said they were in nests." Dusk approaches as the sun touches the world's horizon "Ah, sundown. It is never safe out here at night, horrible and weird things happen around those hours. Say, me village is right up here, would you all like to come? The inn there is indeed cozy."
Persuasion: 20
Halec nods. “That sounds reasonable. Perhaps tomorrow you can lead us to these nests and we can begin investigating what happened to those eggs. Shall we?” Halec looks to the others to confirm if they are in agreement.
After a moment of silence, Abygail speaks again "I'll take this awkward silence as a yes, the village is not too far from these stairs."
Halec follows, assuming the others are in ageement, making small talk on the way. “I must say, this seems a remote and dangerous location for a village. What is it’s history? For that matter the location of the Malison Museum seems quite obscure. How does anyone reach the blasted place, wot?”
"Bahamut's Village may look like it is built unthoughtfully, but before the hostility, it was a safe haven. Long ago, me ancestors came to this here mountain with the hopes of finding a place to settle. They found a perfect spot up here begin building a settlement, however, the dragons that inhabited the area did not approve of it. Said dragons have attacked the future settlement, destroying buildings and turning settlers into ice sculptures. It was a bloodbath indeed, but in the midst of doom, two surviving settlers made an offering to the dragons in order to reach peace, they accepted and we've been at peace ever since."
"That's quite a fascinating history. So you and your people lived in relative harmony with these ice-dragons, paying them homage with offerings of some kind to maintain peace. Now, with the dragon eggs going missing and the dragons in uproar, I would imagine things have become terrible hostile here, and the peace likely much more uneasy, if not altogether shattered," Halec says. "If we can do this service for the dragons, and they are indebted to us, if a dragon is willing to aid us and ferry us where we need to go it will certainly make the business of obtaining the remain shard pieces much more expedient. As you say, we'll look into the nests and investigate in the morning. For tonight, where would you have us sleep?"
Abygail remains silent untill you reach the village. The buildings lay unalligned with their dark-brown wood walls and similarly colored straw roofs. A dirt path stretches in waves all across to connect mess of buildings. In the center of the village lays a stone statue depicting Bahamut, the god of good dragons standing on a pillar with his symbol on it. "This is it, Bahamut's Village. There is a cozy little inn right behind the statue, it is not the best inn, but it is very... cozy."
"As long as it is warm, and we can obtain a hot beverage, it will be as a blessing of the gods, Abygail," Halec says. "You and the villagers may be more used to it, but this bitter cold is quite awful for those of us less accustomed to it."
Halec will head to the inn once directed there.
Harbek also heads to the inn
Abygail shows you to the way, she smiles politely as you walk in.
You walk into the dining area of the inn. It does not look like a fine inn at first sight, the wood floors have scratches and holes beyond the eye can count and the walls are made of moss-covered cobblestone. There are only two large tables in each corner, the wood chairs surrounding said tables are made very poorly. A ladder in the back leads up into the floors of the inn, a black-haired male human with his neck a lifeless purple stands next to the ladder, staring at you.